lunes, 19 de abril de 2010

the public image belongs to me

You never listened to a word that I said, you've only seen me for the clothes that I wear, or did the interest go so much deeper? It must have been the colour of my hair.

The public image.

All what you wanted was never made clear, behind the image was ignorance and fear. You hide behind this public machine, you still follow the same old scheme.

Public image.

Two sides to every story, somebody had to stop me. I'm not the same as when I began, I will not be treated as property.

Public image.

Public image, you got what you wanted. The public image belongs to me, it's my entrance, my own creation, my grand finale, my goodbye.

Public image, goodbye.