Maybe its time to go, if I gave you my heart, be gentle,
I'm tired of laying low.

Need You - Travie McCoy

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

Oh oh oh ohhhh

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

Playing God - Paramore