What a mess we have made
I played along with your little charade
A pet that you though you could tame
I refuse my face in your masquerade
I’m growing hollow, it’s hard to follow
I played along with your little charade
A pet that you though you could tame
I refuse my face in your masquerade
I’m growing hollow, it’s hard to follow
Who you want me to be
My truth I must deceive
In your eyes all I see
Is who you want me to be
That’s just not me
So I was a marionette to pass the time
To the child who was raised just like a mime
This broken doll you can’t hang on a wall
But somehow I think now for I am so small
I feel so shallow, it’s hard to swallow
I can’t dance with these mannequins or act like I’m one of them
For you I’d give anything, but not the last of me
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