Outside satisfied
Isolated inside
Sitting on the sidelines
Losing control of your life
And you want to be somebody else
Trophy bride
To the network tied
You've been living in a pop-up paradise
They've been pushing all your buttons
You've been ringing their bells
You're a trouble, a trouble
A trouble to yourself
You're a trouble, a trouble to yourself
You're a trouble, a trouble
No one else can help
You are a trouble, a trouble to yourself
So life streams on
Like an irritating song
That plays automatically
Every time you log on
‘til you can't hear anything else
The kids are in fat camp
Hubby got a wheel clamp
All the ironing, cleaning and the tidying
Left you like the dishes
Washed up and on the shelf
You're a trouble, a trouble
A trouble to yourself
You're a trouble, a trouble to yourself
You're a trouble, a trouble
No one else can help
You are a trouble, a trouble to yourself
When you count your mistakes
No direction you take
Makes sense
It's a world full of fakes
That you can't medicate against
Hanging on a meat hook
Don't recognize your own facebook
Scrolling through pages and pages
And pages
But never get to yourself
You went from rapture
To the shock of capture
The outfit's a uniform
Time's rushing at you
You can message all your friends
But none of them are coming to help
You're a trouble, a trouble
A trouble to yourself
You're a trouble, a trouble to yourself
You're a trouble, a trouble
No one else can help
You are a trouble, a trouble to yourself
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You're a trouble [3x]