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