Only The Good

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