Trouble

I’ve got trouble in my blood since day one
Prisoner on tightrope, holding up my tongue
Now all these words are coming along, wounded by silence
If I could break free from this rage and lead my steps
To reach a path where I might be safe

I’ve got trouble in my blood, am I cursed from high above?
Or am I the foe I’ve been running from all this time?
As a dreamer now I must wake and find a light
Towards my errant ways and crumble what is in vain
Let me rip off these pages and write again

The days and hopes I’d lost in oblivion
I’d rather be hurt than lonely and gone
I’ll stay with my soul
A lifeless road has plans for both of us
Do not bend your claims to that
Belong to yourself, now I already know
I’ve got trouble in my blood