T.H.T.

T.H.T. - Sum 41

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