Good Times by Finger Eleven

Eyes all looking in for something within

Somewhere in here

Now everything I say gives this all away

Senses deadened again

Nothing lives today

Not in here

Here in your head

Careful what you're feeling on the inside

You should try to remember the good times and the high life

Are you feeling alright?

Felt that I belonged

And now I feel that gone

Where it all went wrong

I traced it all along

Back here again

There was something calling me to negativity

Dark covering me

Shrouding every scene I'm cast in

Please answer

I'm calling just to find out

If you could be there for me when I crack

The answer came

I found it buried in the trash there

I saw it stare?