Trouble, Trouble

Trouble, trouble
Trouble in my head
As I wake up slowly
Troubled from your bed.

You say ‘Are you alright?’,
You won’t go away.
Wrap your arms around me,
“Yeah, I’m okay…”

Trouble, trouble
Trouble in my head,
Body cold and fleeting,
Heart isn’t even beating;
I think I’m dead.
I think I’m dead.

So I put my tender hand to my heart
I guess I should have known from the start
You were hungry for my soul,
It’s what you were all about;
But I’m in control now
And I’ll find a way to let you out.

Trouble, trouble
Trouble in my head
Guess I should have loved myself instead.
Wasted on a liar who once said
He wouldn’t go away;
I’m in his bed.
He’s in my head.
I’m in his bed.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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