Can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Well maybe tu should tie me up
So I don't go where tu don't want me
You 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
You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time tu point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time tu point a finger
I'll point tu to the mirror
If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get más acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion...
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