GingerGeneration.it

Paramore – Playing God

scritto da admin

I can’t make my own decisions
Or make my own precision
Well maybe you should tie up
So I don’t go where youdont want me
You say that I’ve been changeing
That I’m not jusy ageing
Well how could that be logical?
Just keep on craming ideas down my
thorat
Whoah

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

And break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I’ll piont you to
the mirror

If Gods the game 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 migt 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
(ill point you to the mirror)
imhalf as good as it gets
(ill point you to the mirror)
I’m on both sides of the fence
(ill point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret I’ll hold you it

I know you won’t believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger I migt have
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I’ll point you t
the mirror