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
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