Why do The Good Die Young? şarkı sözleri

Hey friend I wish I could bring you from the hole And you found in a nutshell a place to call home And I wonder Why do the good die young? I think I've found my friends They're not in my head, they were ahead of me And I wish I could eat your depression Then I'd have no complaint at all My friend You should've come over, but it's too late Won't you awake from the nightmare to call me at the gate? And I wonder Why do the good die young? I'm glad Ana didn't wreck your life for good I'm on my knees for you Could you take me to that place in a little town? I would wait till tomorrow And when all the things are clearly dying I'll burn my knees and pray We all need a change, but to irritate Those ones who hate A place to call home I'd have no complaint Call me at the gate I'm on my knees for you Why do the good die young?