In Front Of Me — Infected Mushroom

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?

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.