Why must a good person be the one to get hurt? Become a black sheep, become an outskirt? Corruption is always brung into their lives, Stops them in the middle of their steps of strives? But this harmless person always wids-up doing harm, There is never a warning, not even an alarm. And all they can do is cry, let all their anger out, Have grief, dissappointment, even doubts. Then their smile soon goes away, Their cheerfulness, their pureness start to fade. Their heart hurts so much they count the scars, Their imprisoned with their life, all they can do is count the bars.