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 Ageing
                              Well how could that be logical?
                              Just keep on craming ideas down my throat
                              Woah
                              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 
                              And break it, break it off
                              Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror
                              If Gods the game that you're playing
                              Well we must get more aquainted
                              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
                              Woah
                              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 
                              Or break it, break it off
                              Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror.
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  