Lletres: Waking Ashland. Composure. Medication.

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Who am I trying to fool as the night falls upon me
Who am I trying to be when this leads to nothing

I need some medication
I need your medication
Theses choices I've been making
They make me hate myself

Are you there?
How I long to be with you
Are you there?
Listening to my despair

Standing right at the shore
Knowing life is so much more
I said what she wanted to hear
Pretending that my mind was clear

It's a lie, it's a lie

How you wept, how you tried
But I never make the time
Here I go once again
Will this ever end?

Don't make the call
Into the room
It's where I fall

Lying, trying to stop this time, I'll stop this time
One step backward chasing after
A voice inside, a voice inside

That knows, that knows