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