Testo di 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