Paramore – Playing God scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 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