Letra Playing God de Paramore
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 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 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 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 both 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
Then break it- break it off
Next time you point a finger
I ll point you to the mirror