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