The Image

Hope you don’t believe a word
Of all the things i know you’ve heard about me Really just a pack of lies
You see the truth before your eyes around me Hard to keep it straight
The real from the ruse
Probably way too late
What can i do, but it’s
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
It’s just the image
It’s all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me It’s just the image
That you could just give me the chance to prove it Or would it only be a waste of time
To try to make you change your mind and use it What i’ve been looking for
Isn’t what i thought
Not behind the golden door
You’re all i’ve got, and it’s