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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
