Sitting alone through the night,
Looking for trouble...
The silence creeps up on me,
Yearning for trouble...
Craving something to refresh
Wishing for trouble...
These soulful tendencies.
Longing for ...trouble.
Do you have what I need?
Can you quench this thirst I feel?
Can you bring desire to its knees?
Are you trouble?
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