In Front Of Me

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

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

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 I dreaming it was a journey?

Was it just a foolish task?

I feel sorry for myself

When I open up my eyes

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more

And I fall into a hole, and I can take no more