Trouble Trouble

August 14, 2010

I feel a little lost
The pressure seems to double
My self value is at a low cost
These flowing tears are forming a puddle
Nothing seems clear only a cloudy past
How is it that I always find myself in some trouble
The wounds of these nails are staring to rust
Somebody find me my personal space
A place all to my own

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