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
*chorus:
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

**would it be too much to ask
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

*repeat chorus
**repeat
*chorus