Why am i so frustrated?
Do we live such fragile lives?
It seems i'm only waiting
For my soul to breath again
It's been so long since i felt this cold
24 years in the making
It makes no sense to suffer
Or to find a remedy
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Blinded by my anger, i've been stolen by my pain
To justify the reasons and to justify what's been
I wondered now live i've wondered then
A feeling i've been cheated
So then i feel my soul cry out
Should i find a remedy?
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Calling out for a life
Calling out for a better day
Calling out for a celebration
Everything seems good
