You always come
To the parties
Too bad the feathers
Are for the birds
All your needs
I will not
Let you grieve

I want your picture
But not your words
You know the wanting
But there's no verse
On your own
But you can
Not' call it your all

We always run
Our heads too much
We know the reason
But such and such
On your own
You will not
Let your arm go

We all look
Bigger together
You know if this
Is the devil's plan
On your own
You can not
Call me your heart

Jack of all trades
Master of none
Cry all the time
Cause i'm not having fun

Tou always
Want to be forgiven
The devil loves what
And you print
All your needs
But you can not
You will not agree