Paramore
Can't make my own decisions
or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
so I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I been changing,
that I'm not justsimply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
Oh oh oh ohhhh
You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
Imight have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get more acquainted
Becauseit has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion
But it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you
Oh oh ohohhhh
You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you tothe mirror
This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to themirror)
Without a hint of regret
I'll hold you to it
I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it offNext time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
I know you won't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break itoff
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
(Thanks to jessicunt and Meggiox3 for correcting these lyrics)
Can't make my own decisions
or make any with precision
Wellmaybe you should tie me up
so I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I been changing,
that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down...
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