I'm living other's people life,
I'm telling them some lies
exposing cries beneath their lives
To somehow me, and just me and I
search for the inner light
from the shameful and dearest eyes
But, all I get from being aside
is a huge pain in the heart,
and a bunch of tears in my eyes
And now to fullfill my engine
I need again the loving stampede
to warm me up on freezing nights.
That's all that lies within my heart,
just not sure if I'm obsessed,
but I'm blessed, to row so far.