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