Good Old Days

Turn around, man I'm the voice of your past The part of your power With evil within, within You know I remember The good times we had Well, it's all gone now It's just you and me, again I am not the devil, you know The devil's too old I'm your reflection, I'm just The sum of your tears, your tears What I've got seems far away And what is gone now Becomes my pure reality And I'm on my own then What I've got seems far away And what is gone now Becomes my pure reality And I'm on my own then Where is this fire I used to have The taste of desire Just fades away What I've got seems far away And what is gone now Becomes my pure reality I'm on my own then What I've got seems far away And what is gone now Becomes my pure reality I'm on my own then So turn around and hear My scratchy voice And if the fire still burns Tell me who are you now, who are you now?