what will become of me now (rewrite 1)

there is a tourist town north the border
where I spent my days chasing innocence lost
I struggled with law and with order
searching for freedom, no matter the cost

          now I see I wasted my time
          nothing happened
          in this life of mine
          only lost hope with no reason or rhyme
          what will become of me now
          
in the country I come from old men are sad
no women to turn to when the sea breeze blows cold
I never believed it would turn out this bad
not at all like all those stories you're told

          now I see I wasted my youth
          nothing happened
          when I searched for the truth
          only unanswered questions
          with no burden of proof
          what will become of me now
          
I stand at the ocean, pull my collar up high,
and stare at the water as if it were my grave
now it just hurts to be alive
there's nothing to live for
I turn toward the waves

          now I see that I wasted my life
          nothing happened
          I always hoped that it might
          I'll slowly go into that dark night
          what will become of me now
          what will become of me now