Why Good People Suffer

I tell you what I want to

never more than what is safe

I show you what I want to


And the rest I hide away
Towards the basest of things
Sometimes I can feel myself leaning


Am I just a liar? or a killer? or a beast?



should I sit in judgement?

do I have to judge me?




(chorus)
I couldn't tell you why good people suffer


I couldn't tell you why the bad ones run free

God showers blessings
On the righteous and the wicked


I only know that that covers me


Do I feel like screaming

when the weak fall to the strong?

would I trade my freedom for a cheap thrill?

right for wrong?
And if I could just rid the world of all the evil within

would that include me?



I guess that would depend


Who am I?