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