Paramore ☆ Playing Gog

I 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’ve been changing

That I’m not just simply ageing

Well how could that be logical

Just keep on craming ideas down my throte

Woah

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 to the mirror

If gods the game that you’re playing

Well we must get more aquainted

Because it 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

Woah

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 to the 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 bopth sides of the fence

(I’ll point you to the mirror)

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 off

Next 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 it off

Next time you point a finger I’ll point you to the mirror