I bounced back, sure, until my head hit the wall
I kept on trying to escape it, but it hit me even more
Pour all your scorn on me, if that is really what you wish
But I already drown in a sea that once had a billion fish
'Count your blessing on one hand', can't see fingers on a fist
Use the leaves for counting all the opportunities you missed
Do you have any regrets? I carry mine around my neck
My lodestone that drags me back, should I perchance forget
Do you hate yourself at lights out when you think you have failed
Do you start again, or give in when you think your ship has sailed
I must walk away, board up the door, and dispose of every key
There cannot be a way back, and no return to this for me
Can I pick myself up with both feet nailed to the floor?
Could I leave a prison cell if no-one built a door?