Master of None

You always go to the parties to pluck the feathers off all the birds On your knees I will not let you be

I want your picture but not yours You know they want it, but there's no thirst On your own You can not call it your own

We always run our heads too much We know the reasons but such and such On your own You will not let your unknown

We run our fingers together You know it's easy, the devil's plan On your own You cannot call me your own

Jack of all trades Master of none I cry all the time because I'm not having fun

You always want to be forgiven The devil does what you ask of him On your knees You cannot You will not agree