Lyrics:
Can't make my own decisions o make any with precision
Well maybe tu should tie me up so I don't go where tu don't want me
tu say that I been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
Oh oh oh ohhhh
tu don't have to believe me,
but the way I way I see it
siguiente time tu point a finger,
I might have to bend it back
o break it break it off
whoa
siguiente time tu point a finger
I hope it's at the mirror.
If God's the game you're playing, then we must get más acquainted,
It must be so lonely... to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion, but one I firmly believe in
tu don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing tu see is you.
Can't make my own decisions o make any with precision
Well maybe tu should tie me up so I don't go where tu don't want me
tu say that I been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
Oh oh oh ohhhh
tu don't have to believe me,
but the way I way I see it
siguiente time tu point a finger,
I might have to bend it back
o break it break it off
whoa
siguiente time tu point a finger
I hope it's at the mirror.
If God's the game you're playing, then we must get más acquainted,
It must be so lonely... to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion, but one I firmly believe in
tu don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing tu see is you.
