To get my happiness 
I had done everything, 
But had done nothing to 
Be blamed and accused of. 

The sound of footsteps became 
Louder every day, 
Then I noticed the fact 
There was not time. 

I was a believer in life 
To be myself always, 
And was asking whether 
I would be alive. 

Give me a reason why not 
To adopt in this way,  
Or judge me to be guilty of 
So many incurable sins. 

Tell me why, or why not.   [bad word] way too much, 
Maybe I overlooked something 
Fatal for me.