Again a year that I grow older
So much stress that I carried on my sholder
I'm gonna start again , from tomorrow
I have much to say, the best is that I start with sorrow
Every year it end up the same
Hoping, that it wont start with pain
Cuz I have to chose between friends and fun
My own birthday and all I wanna do is hide and run
Again a year that gonna be just the same
I ask myself every night if I 'm gonna win this game
I know if I wake-up tomorrow, I'll be older
And probably there will be weight on my sholder
But I'm gonna carry it this year, nobody can make bring me down anymore
Tomorrow ,my birthday , I'm gonna party thats for sure