Trouble

I am not be a superstar who had a very awesome life before you came,
but since the time you have come thing have never been the same.
That's not a compliment, that's a genuine whine,
you should be messing someone else life, not mine.
Give me a break, no one can keep up with your mood swings,
There would be some hope only if I could find how John Mayer sings.

I'm pretty sure, you do it on purpose, just to mess with my head,
you have a problem to what I do, whatever I say.
You make sure I am the one to blame always,
I feel like I'm getting stabbed for 100 consecutive days.
My mind is going haywire, I don't know if I can think straight anymore,
the psychotic behavior I have to put up with is worse than banging my head on the floor.

I wait for you to show up, but you never do,
but if I come one minute late, I hear about that for eternity from you.
I did all the right things, but maybe for the wrong person
you just have the right skills to set problems in motion.
I will wrap you in bubble and before you turn my life into rubble,
I'll take that bubble send it across oceans, so that people know you're nothing but trouble.