Intro Hold a gun up to my head Make me choose which one to have I'm not even allowed to have opinion Pull the teeth out of my mouth Wash it out and sew it up Have I done enough, my love, opinion? It was you who was telling me to choose When you go, you will always come back Oh, I'm getting tired But you wish you never said that Your love under your crier Your love under your crier Thank you Tie a rope around my wrist Drag me around with a closed fist Far away from all of my opinion Take me out into the front Show this suburb how it's done Scream as loud as a thousand lungs, our opinion It was you who was telling me to choose When you go, you will always come back Oh, I'm getting tired But you wish you never said that Your love under your crier Oh, who are burning? Who are learning? Oh, I am standing with a different point of view To you It was you who was telling me to choose When you go, you will always come back Oh, I'm getting tired But you wish you never said that Your love under your crier It was you who was telling me to choose When you go, you will always come back Oh, I'm getting tired But you wish you never said that Your love under your crier I got opinions I got opinions, too I got opinions I got opinions, too I got opinions I got opinions