Lyrics:
Can't make my own decisions of make any with precision
Well maybe u should tie me up so I don't go where u don't want me
u say that I been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
Oh oh oh ohhhh
u don't have to believe me,
but the way I way I see it
volgende time u point a finger,
I might have to bend it back
of break it break it off
whoa
volgende time u point a finger
I hope it's at the mirror.
If God's the game you're playing, then we must get meer acquainted,
It must be so lonely... to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion, but one I firmly believe in
u don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing u see is you.
Can't make my own decisions of make any with precision
Well maybe u should tie me up so I don't go where u don't want me
u say that I been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
Oh oh oh ohhhh
u don't have to believe me,
but the way I way I see it
volgende time u point a finger,
I might have to bend it back
of break it break it off
whoa
volgende time u point a finger
I hope it's at the mirror.
If God's the game you're playing, then we must get meer acquainted,
It must be so lonely... to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion, but one I firmly believe in
u don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing u see is you.