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?