Cant 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 agingYeah, how can that be logical
Just keep 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
that'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 Y
ou 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 mirrorThis is the last second
 chance I'm on both sides of the fence 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 wont believeme 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 offNext time you
point a fingerI'll point you to the mirror