In a dark room
I hear voices
They deceive me
And discourage me
It is here
I can feel it
No one believes
That it exists

stolen glance
I’ll find you soon
And we’ll dance
Till [bad word] 
My other part
Is flying away
It’s a little bit hard
But I’ll be ok
It’s not an airplane
It’s something inside
I’d rather lead
lonely life

stolen glance
I’ll find u soon
And we’ll dance
Till [bad word]