The Image - Richard Marx

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