Trouble seems to follow
Everywhere that I go
Can't manage to shake Him
He's attached himself so
...
They say I'm older now
All grown up, figured out
They say I've learned a trick or two
Nothing left to feel brand new
...
Sometimes I think I started that fight
Because I knew you would run
We both know that you were right to say
I couldn't finish what I'd begun
...
Warm breath on my cheek
On a cold winters day
Is death to a flake
That fluttered astray
...
I woke this morning
And you were gone
Smell on your pillow
Still lingered strong
...
Every now and again, I awake unprepared
To Sunday morning melancholy that hangs in the air
Where arms once wrapped around me, tenderly, with care
My comforter gives little comfort and no warmth to wear
...
Trouble
Trouble seems to follow
Everywhere that I go
Can't manage to shake Him
He's attached himself so
That no matter where I am
He is surely in tow
Peeking slyly from my smile
Brow arched like a bow
Eyes sparkling brightly
With that mischievous glow
I oft wonder how it's possible
Others don't know
That hiding inside me
Deep down below
Is Trouble, disguising his acts
As my own
Wreaking havoc from the depths
Of my soul
Accountable only as could be
A shadow
I but a vehicle to feed His hunger
As it continues to grow
His greatest victim perhaps
Thought I cannot prove it so
If chance presented
Under the bus I would throw
Trouble, but He conceals Himself
Before His cover I can blow
Always two steps ahead
Keeping me on my toes
And when I look in the mirror
Today, tomorrow
I see an innocent face
Yet harbouring a rogue
And it seems fated that Trouble
And I, a-pro-pos,
Remain forever master and puppet
On with the show