Playing God

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 changin'
That I’m not just simply agin'
How can that be logical
Just keep cramming ideas down my throat
Woo oh oohh oh 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 brake it, brake 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
Wo oh oohh oh 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 brake it brake 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 brake it, brake 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 brake it, brake it off
Next time you point a finger
I’ll point you to the mirror