There was a time
When all good men could rhyme
Now they don't pay no mind to the way that they're feeling inside
And it's breaking me
There was a day
When we were able to say just the way that we were feeling
God I miss that feeling
All my thoughts are wasting my good years
Drowning me in all my darkest fears
Will there be a day when we must go our own ways?
It's too soon to tell, but I tell you it hurts like hell
And it's breaking me
Will there be a time when I regain my mind and climb out of this darkness?
Help me I'm spark-less
All my thoughts are wasting my best years
Drowning me in all my darkest fears
Drowning me in all my darkest fears
Drowning me in all my darkest fears
Drowning me in all my darkest fears