Sum 41 > Texty > T.H.T.



You don't have the answers
But you're always blaming me
It only lies in your behalf in animosity
You decide it's up to you, make it what you'll be
After all you seem to be it makes no sense to me

Don't point your finger at me
It's all your destiny
You believe its all a game so quick to point the blame
And now tables have turned