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.