22 4 / 2010
Trouble
I feel like the Berlin Wall
when you ooze your sweet honey talk.
No heels and twenty feet tall,
my head’s in the clouds when I walk.
But, I don’t want your love.
Nah, don’t need your love.
You were trouble from the start.
I can already see the mistake.
When you grab hold of my hand
and promise to always be mine,
I know your scheme is so grand,
while inside I feel so divine.
But, I don’t want your love,
No, don’t need your love.
You were trouble from the start
I can already see the heartache.
I feel like The Giving Tree
when you go chase after others.
One’s not enough. Can’t be me,
giving all of me no further.
But, I don’t want your love,
Said, don’t need your love.
You were trouble from the start
I can already see the heartbreak.
