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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 aging
Yeah how could that be logical
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
You don't have to believe me but the way the 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 God's the game that you're playing well we must get more acquainted 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
You don't have to believe me but the way the 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'm half as good as it gets
I'm on both sides of the fence
Without a hint of regret I'll hold you to it
I know don't believe me but the way the 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