It's pressure, the pleasures measure
The pressure is overbearing
Is it me myself that's caring
For every double-minded joy
And I admit that when I submit to you
I feel so unreal when I'm still
When I'm waiting for you to reveal
And from myself, I seem so far away
And I admit that when I submit to you
I can see all of the selfish things I do
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you
I was wasted, embraced it but faced it
With you inside my heart you replaced it
Can't believe you have erased it
Selfishness and foolish pride
And I admit that when I submit to you
I can see all of the selfish things I do
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you
I'm further from my future, I'm further from the past
I'm further from the starting line
I'm further from the last, I'm further from my doubts
I'm further from my fears
Further from temptation that I faced throughout my years
Further from agitation, further from distraction
The reaction of the dissatisfaction of others actions
I'm further from myself, I'm further from my flesh
I'm further from my birth and I'm further from my death
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you
I'm further, further from myself
When I'm next to you, when I run to you