Good Die Young

No
Good

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 (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) 'til I wave the white flag (oh)

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 (older, 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

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