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



Chorus



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



Further from my future

Further from the past

Further from the starting line

Further from the last

Further from my doubts

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

Further from myself

Further from my flesh

Further from my birth and I'm

Further from my death