Trouble (B. Spagnardi)

Empty and dry as my whiskey bottle
Stormy and blue like the frigid North Sea
Runaway train running downhill full throttle
Wreck of a life waiting for me

Trouble, trouble for me
I shake and weep like the old willow tree
Stare in your eyes, sorrow I see
Y-O-U spells trouble for me

Sparked by desire we promised forever
Passionate blaze set to burn bright and true
Fanning the flames you spread to another
Left me in ash, just kindling to you

Tempest of rage, deluge of fury
Drowning my heart, flooding my brain
Sentenced to life by judge and by jury
Locked in this cell, linked to this chain