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.

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...

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

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