i have many regrets that keep me up at night
shielding me from morning light, they make sure i'm locked up tight
in my world of black and white and
i bet you can guess which side i reside

not by choice, but i can't find the light
people are often saved by words, so why can't i be, too?
on and on i push, break down, pull through
that means nothing to me, but you say it means something to you

getting up when i fall down just feels like what i have to do
eyes tired, black like charcoal, and i promise to see through you
facades of happy days and getaways are just that - getaways
getaways from truth, reality, and what you really want to say

i am never promised anything day after day
but it is strange to always feel this way
but i'm stuck in my world of black and white
and i'm afraid that i'm here to stay