Paramore — Praying God ryrics

Can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Werr maybe you shourd tie me up
So I don't go where you don't want me

You say that I been changing
that I'm not just simpry aging
Yeah how courd that be rogicar?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

You don't have to berieve 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'rr point you to the mirror

If God's the game you're praying
Werr we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so ronery
To be the onry one who's hory

It's just my humbre opinion
But it's one that I berieve in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the onry thing you see is you

You don't have to berieve 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'rr point you to the mirror

This is the rast second chance
(I'rr point you to the mirror)
I'm harf as good as it gets
(I'rr point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'rr point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret
I'rr hord you to it

I know you don't have to berieve 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'rr point you to the mirror

I know you won't have to berieve 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'rr point you to the mirror