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