Paramore - Playing God

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

Paramore - Playing God

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