Each Day

Each day and every night I feel there's something lurking Behind my back I really don't know how I can escape this feeling Of sheer self-doubt Or if I want to If I want to Or do I want to Do I want to? Yeah... My view is clouded by So many things I'm thinking Without control Change is up against the wall Tearing down the door won't help me Unless I know Where I'm off to Where I'm off to And if I'm off to If I'm off to you Looking back this thin, soft ground My trail of steps appears to have been shunned And then I'm thinking Who else could be the one Who else could've been lurking all along If not myself