They put me on display like I'm just a prize Twist my words, paint my face, behind their lies I'm more than your fucking mannequin But you dress me up, shove me in the spotlight again I'm tired of this game, can’t you see It’s not me you’re selling, just what you want me to be But I'm breaking out, tearing down this fake design You think you own me, but I'm reclaiming what's mine A showcase model for the critics’ eyes You dress me up, feed me your damn lies But behind this plastic, I’ve still got a soul And I'm done with being your pretty little role Fuck your praise, I'm taking control They make you smile when you’re broken inside Dancing like a puppet with no place to hide They mold you, they push you till you lose your mind But I’ve had enough of being trapped in their design I'm tired of this game, can’t you see? It’s not me you’re selling, just what you want me to be But I'm breaking out, tearing down this fake design You think you own me, but I'm reclaiming what's mine A showcase model for the critics’ eyes You dress me up, feed me your damn lies But behind this plastic, I’ve still got a soul And I'm done with being your pretty little role Fuck your praise, I'm taking control I'm not a puppet for your broken dreams You push, you pull, but I’ll tear at the seams I’ve bled for your numbers, cried for your fame Now you’ll burn in the fire of the name you’ve defamed You made me a product for your twisted show But I'm sick of pretending, I'm ready to blow You can’t buy the truth, you can’t cage my soul I'm ripping apart the chains of your control A showcase model for the critics’ eyes You dress me up, feed me your damn lies But behind this plastic, I’ve still got a soul And I'm done with being your pretty little role Fuck your praise, I'm taking control Watch me break free from the cage you built Every shattered piece is your fucking guilt No more strings, no more silent screams I'm alive, not just some product of your dreams A showcase model, that’s what you see But behind this mask, I'm finally free A showcase model, that’s what you see But behind this mask, I'm finally free A showcase model for the critics’ eyes You dress me up, feed me your damn lies But behind this plastic, I’ve still got a soul And I'm done with being your pretty little role Fuck your praise, I'm taking control