Trouble Is He

Trouble Is He

I'm up by myself thinking what is going on
Up till now I think man sometimes don't have
Common senses in to how to love 
It's funny how I just given up on my defenses
On what I had been holding in my heart all this time
I thought he was one of a kind 
The man of my dreams but he was a man that could 
Easily twist my mind to nothing right
It wasn't long he was given me trouble 
And my heart wasn't doing fine 
He was making me lose my mind 

This guy is not right 
Trouble's is his name 
The kind of trouble to drive me crazy
He walks around acting like he got's everything down
when it comes to loving me 
He plays around and thinks he is the king
It's kind of insane what he is doing to me
I'm searching for reason to let him run free
To get away from me
Somewhere inside of me I know I once loved him
But all that changed with all the trouble he has given me
Nothing but trouble is he
I can't even think when he is around me 
I must set myself free from this sickness

he is given me I'm up by myself thinking what is going on
Up till now I think man sometimes don't have
Common senses in to how to love 
It's funny how I just given up on my defenses
On what I had been holding in my heart all this time
I thought he was one of a kind 
But that must had been when I was losing my mind 
When I let him in to play with my heart .

Lilly Emery (c)

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