trouble -

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Trouble just walked into my life
I guess I didn't shut the door tight enough
Although I swear I checked the locks twice

She must have slithered under the door
Or through the cracks on the floor
Cause now I'm back to walking on eggshells
Now I'm back to always looking over my shoulder

Worry has set up camp and whispers consistantly in my ear.
And my day is full of 'What ifs'
I want to stamp this trouble out
Chase jealousy away with a broom.

Can't you see this heart is weary
Of fighting this fight.
I'm tired of watching trouble seduce what's mine
Turning those eyes away.
Leaving me to clean up the mess.

dmt 22 March 2005