master of none

you always go to the parties

to pluck the feathers off all the birds

on your knees

i will not beg you please

i want your picture but not your words

you know they want it

but there's no first

on your own

but you can not call it your all

we always wrung our heads too much

we know the reasons

but such and such

on your own

you will not catch your unknown

we run our fingers together

you know it's easy

but devil's plan

on your own

you can not call me your all

jack of all trades

master of none

cry all the time

cause i'm not having fun

you always want to be forgiven

the devil does what you ask of him

on your knees

but you can not; you will not agree