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Trouble will find me so,

More often than not, I'll be in trouble.

Trouble has me on my toes,

Ready or not, off I go.

I know, you think highly of me and it's so much easier in plain sight.

I know, it's not so plain to see, and away my mind runs every night.

Help me get past the trouble days.

My mind is anything but an autocracy, parts of me constantly,

Fighting battles about such and such, guess I'll never amount to much.

It's hard to know the incoming pain, but it's sometimes what keeps me sane.

Like to think I'm mended hard, but underneath my skin...a defenseless heart.

And all the jokes, are on me today,

I have no one else to place the blame.

I try to find a way, a way to wash away the pain.

Cut my face, the razorblade.

No matter how hard I try, the stubble remains.

Help me get past the trouble days.

Trouble will find me so,

More often than not, I'll be in trouble.

Trouble has become part of me,

Live a life filled with anxiety.

I know, you think highly of me, but inside I'm still in a fight.

I know, but I'd rather be in my bubble, help me find that guiding light.

Though, that bubble pops, and I'm always in a daze.

Help me, help me please,

Get past the trouble days.