Trouble
I am always in
Story of my life
Thou sometimes
I can be proud 
In the end 
I have my head down

Trouble 
In all forms
From small to large
And all in between
From a little nothing 
They say
To a full blown thing
By the end of the day

Trouble
It's what I get into
It's wearing me thin 
Between making it and not  

Trouble 
I need help to stop
Just another 
Disappointment
The way I see

Trouble 
How can my mom look at me
I feel she is behind me 
No matter what
But sometimes I feel like a fuck up

Trouble 
It's just a phase 
They tell me
Something like zits
And will soon go away

Trouble 
But when will it
Things pile 

Trouble