The trouble with distance and money and time.. The trouble with wind and shattered glass left behind
The trouble with smiles twisted through a broken lens.. The trouble with circular thoughts that won't end
Running off a cliff and not wanting to look down
The party is over
The house lights come on
Raindrops of reality burn..
Dissolving pleasure
The sun's rays sting as they pierce through the clouds
Feelings are wasted, but no real damage is done
The trouble with trouble... is that it starts out as fun
