Looking through this keyhole, I see myself.
Convictions of the future turn to doubt.
That’s when I have to realize that things aren’t bad.
I push on feeling I’m never going back.
This keyhole inside my head
Is where I feel I can’t begin.
Searching, searching deep inside,
A meaning to you I will
I will find.
A meaning to you I’ll find...today.
Believing in my dreams is sure a start.
Confronting all my fears is very hard.
Everything from school to you is landing on my head. Where can I begin?