Teksty: Waking Ashland. Composure. Same Problem.

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Oh no the battle forms inside
And I speak, but you don't see the signs
My heart aches, leaving me here to hide
My world shakes, until you assure me

Oh no there goes composure
Over and out to sea
Oh no this won't control me
But it seems to get the best of me

The same problem, coming to haunt me again
And I know its taken the best of my head
The same problem tears me to pieces inside
And I'm left to wonder oh why...

Oh no I'm crossing my fingers
In hopes that you will not leave me
Far away, the silence it burns me
As I wait, the tension builds

Oh why can't I move forward?
Oh why does my mind wander?
Oh why does my heart desire you?

Oh no there goes composure...