Trouble
The trouble with time
Is that it lets you think
About anything and everything
That comes to your mind
The trouble with work
Is that it makes you think
About every one and every two
That ever passed you by
The trouble with tears
Is that they never truly dry
They leave tracks down your cheeks
Every time you softly cry
The trouble with laughter
Is that it never really stops
It leaves a mark upon your face
Admitting years of life gone by
The trouble with hate
Is that it fills you up inside
It eats your soul down to the core
And leaves you waiting, waiting for more
The trouble with love
Is that it fills you up inside
It eats your soul down to the core
And leaves you wanting, wanting for more
The trouble with trouble
Is that it never goes away
It is hidden down in every moment
Just waiting to ruin your day