Why can't I see what's in front of me? Why can't I see what's in front of me?
I see the doors that I can't open Adding locks from time to time When it opens something blocks me And I'm asking myself why Did I take the step I wanted Was it just a state of mind? I feel sorry for myself Every time I close my eyes.
And I fall into a hole And I can take no more
Why can't I see what's in front of me? Why can't I see what's in front of me?
What's behind the door I wonder Must be brighter than my past Will I feel a little different When I take myself across Was it really worth the turning? Was it just a foolish task I feel sorry for myself When I open up my eyes...