They say all the world's a stage
All the men and women merely got a part to play
Am I the one pretending or is everybody fake
Are we a little different or all we all the same

Silver spoons, they fall
Every single time I go to open up my mouth
Do I make decisions or has that not been allowed
Or am I just a vessel for someone else’s sound

Am I a puppet in a dream
Who closed his eyes to everything
All the hands that point directions
Open doors to good connections
I’m a product of pulling strings

But I swear I’m standing on the brink
Of being who everyone thinks
Without hands that point directions
Open doors to good connections
I’m a product of pulling strings

I thought I got the gold
But I was steps ahead of every starter pistol pulled
Thought I was a winner but it turns out I’m a joke
Don’t want my reputation up in smoke
Am I a puppet in a dream
Who closed his eyes to everything
All the hands that point directions
Open doors to good connections
I’m a product of pulling strings

But I swear I’m standing on the brink
Of being who everyone thinks
Without the hands that point directions
Open doors to good connections
I’m a product of pulling strings

Exposing my real flaws
Will come at a real cost
I might be a damn fraud
But at least I’m changing
At least I am changing

I am waking from the dream
Open eyes to everything
All the hands that point directions
Open doors to good connections
Oh from now on, I’ll be cutting strings

I swear I’m standing on the brink
Of being who everyone thinks
I’m switching my perception
Making meaningful connections
Oh from now on, I’ll be cutting strings