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