Blutengel Good Old Days
I cry and pray, every time I realize
that nothing will be good enough for me
Bring back those good old days,
when everything felt so much better than today
I couldn´t find a way, I want to live
Where are those good old days,
when I was innocent and stronger than today?
I couldn´t find a way to be satisfied
I cry and pray, every time I realize
that nothing will be good enough for me
I cry and pray, every time I realize
that my soul will be lost forever more
