quarta-feira, 11 de maio de 2011

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
g o o d   o l d  d a y s  - b l u t e n g e l