Avoiding the cause of circ*mstances lost
Remembering to wait in order to regain
Composure, composure, composure...
There is something unsaid when I am in my head
I am ranting and reeling, but part of me is dead
I am so selfish, and conceited, looking for something--something to please me
But I can't find it--no I can't find it
What I should be sorry for
Composure...