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]