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
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
