Good Die Young

Go

Sick of being at the bottom of the food chain

Sick of workin' just to wind up in a new grave

I can never be a voice for the voiceless

Can't help that everything is pointless

How long have I got left?

They tell me that the good die young, but I keep getting older

Was I good enough, am I getting any closer to my place in the sun?

They tell me that the good die young

Every day that I wake up, I get a little colder

When it's said and done, I wonder if I'll ever get a place in the sun?

Yeah, they tell me that the good die young

Yeah, I'm only holding on by a small thread

Disappointed when I wake up and I'm not dead

Always running from what's hiding under my bed

Count down till I wave the white flag

I'm on a steady decline, wither away on the vine

Waiting until it's my time

They tell me that the good die young, but I keep getting older

Was I good enough, am I getting any closer to my place in the sun?

They tell me that the good die young

Every day that I wake up, I get a little colder

When it's said and done, I wonder if I'll ever get a place in the sun?

Yeah, they tell me that the good die young

We all live on borrowed time

Walking a fine line between devil and divine

They tell me that the good die young but I keep getting older

They tell me that the good die young but I keep getting older

Was I good enough, am I getting any closer to my place in the sun?

They tell me that the good die young

Every day that I wake up, I get a little colder

When it's said and done, I wonder if I'll ever get a place in the sun?

Yeah, they tell me that the good die young