Lyric 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 odyssey.
It s such a foolish game so quick to point the blame
And now tables have turned.