I'm the mobster, I'm the creature That makes you keep this from me I'm the master of disaster, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm the one who can't be trusted My intentions questioned daily Fighting over a (beginning with \"st\") soul (yeah, yeah)
Hey, I just don't know what to say When you got this fingertip stuck in my face Black or white, had enough of the games Turn my back, now watch me walk away Walk away, walk away, I am not your cover I want this over!
You're the artist, who paints a picture You're on display for the world to see A regular alle , not on our defense see
You're the writer, who writes a poem If it rhymes, then I'm certain it must be true Who am I to question your authority? (yeah)
Hey, I just don't know what to say When you got this fingertip stuck in my face Black or white, had enough of the games Turn my back, now watch me walk away Walk away, walk away, I am not your cover I want this over!
Fall through the crack, and it shoves me Why it shoves me, and I scream for my life While you kill me, and you I am not your cover, I want this over
Hey, I just don't know what to say When you got this fingertip stuck in my face Black or white, had enough of the games Turn my back, now watch me walk away Walk away, walk away, I am not your cover I want this over! (over, over) Over! (over, over)