Sitting here in the ruins of my life,
the future i foresee;
A chequerboard of black and white,
no middle ground to be.

These questions and expectations,
surround me like the seas;
I'm lost with no lighthouse in sight,
no one will hear my pleas.

I need to know what I've done wrong,
so i can hide the flaws;
Without locking down my whole soul,
closed up behind these walls.

I'm not a ship on the ocean,
but a shipwreck beneath;
i'm not a man on the tower,
but one who's off the cliff.