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