Sum 41 – T.H.T. scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 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 it’s all a game so quick to point the blame And now tables have turned.