Richard Marx - The Image lyrics

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