C#m B I can't make my own decisions C#m B Or make any with precision E 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 aging Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat A B Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Chorus: E You don't have to believe me C#m But the way I, way I see it A Next time you point a finger B I might have to bend it back G#m Or break it, break it off A Next time you point a finger B 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 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 Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Chorus A B This is the last second chance (I'll point you to the mirror) C#m G#m I'm half as good as it gets (I'll point you to the mirror) A B I'm on both sides of the fence (I'll point you to the mirror) C#m B Without a hint of regret, I'll hold you to it Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#m E G#m B |