The World is not ready for my troubles

All my troubles are concealed in a bubble

I stored all my troubles away in HELL ..........!!!

So troubles for me know days is jail

I try in live good most of the time

But troubles always seems to cross my mind

I have a bubble filled buried in time

I want to wake up one good morning in see sunshine

It seems like I am always caught in the dark

It feels like the DEVIL ...Has used me from the start

He knew I have a BLACK ..Heart

But black to him is a fucked up art

I want to just look up in see rain, but when I look back I feel pain

My only soul is starving for attention

When I mention attention is something im missing

I am @ the end of an endless life

So how do I begin knew, when I have told so many lies

I want to scream to myself inside, you want understand but I do have pride

Im just all fucked from this deal

I should have listened to my heart in felt it wasn't real

I am going to close my eyes in pray still

That I can altar this shady ass deal

I am never going to shake the hand of a man I don't know?

The deal I thought was for show, was a deal that coast me the most

My life has become a door open with pain

That's why all my pain is stored in a bubble?

Because the world is not ready for my troubles