Troubled...

You don't know where your going.
Until you know where you've been.
But things have changed since then.
It seems like wherever I go trouble seems to find me.
And I'm never free.
Running from it night and day.
Day and night but it seems like I can't get away.
Trapped in a reoccurance day after day.
Still can't get away.
Running every night.
And there is nothing good in sight.
Always messin up.
And it seems like I can't get enough.
Trouble still finds me.
Blurring everything I see.
Surrounded by it.
And I have to admit.
That I'm tired of this lifestyle.
I wish I could leave it alone for awhile.
The foundation that I have is beginning to crumble.
And still I am in the arms of trouble...