Geniuses bring it

date: november 14, 2010
time: 12.25 midnight
feeling: not sleepy
is listening to: playing god - paramore

i'd like to know why is it that paramore is the only music that brings me to my best behavior like everytime?

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 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 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 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

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.


MAN. Those words are so made by geniuses.

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