Текст песни Trouble

Trouble... The trouble is when there's no trouble around you fashion it out of fortune that you've found blessings to curses lucks to losses a game plan of failure with arrows and crosses cause you came to me with a bow on your back but you didn't fit me so i i sent you back i sent you back the trouble with you was no trouble at all no mountain too big, no molehill too small inside voices outward poise i prefer a little noise you gave me the knife when i showed you the tack but i couldn't face you so i i stabbed your back i stabbed your back the trouble's with me...etc try as i might i can't cut you no slack cause you always loved me so i I hurt you back