Trouble

Tell me
Do you know
The boy who likes to run
Away from what he knows
Will follow

Tell me
Do you see
The boy whose eyes are black charcoal
Filled with hidden secrets and sorrows
No one wants to know

Tell me
Do you care
About the boy whose life never was To begin with

No of course not
Naver has one cared
For the boy known as Trouble
Nor does Trouble care
For you





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