Run

I don't understand why good people are the ones to suffer, for once can’t I experience some happiness, like for example, today shouldn't have been my 19th birthday, I shouldn't have gone to a club to celebrate with what little real friends I had, I shouldn't have left the club to walk home, most of all I should have ignored the screams echoing in an alley, I should have just stayed at home, but no, I had to go "celebrate" and end up attracting trouble or in that matter finding trouble.