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