You say my troubles are my own creation
But this is only your interpretation
If you look into my past
You will find the answers at last
There you will find
Troubles of another kind
Some will still be my own
Others belong to those who have grown
Do you understand now trouble breeds trouble
Just as a cauldron will burn, boil and bubble
Now with this information in hand
Attempt to change the future, wouldn’t that be grand
Go now take what you’ve learned
Maybe someday you’ll get what you’ve earned