Illusion

Tell me something I’ve never heard before.
I’m like a prayer you whisper from your
Window to the world.
No matter what you say, I won’t stay, I’ll find a way.
Promise you won’t say,
Promise you won’t say a word.
Promise you won’t say a word.
Promise you won’t say
I’d rather be dead
Honest with you.
Tired of the illusion
It’s all in my head
Tell me something I’ve never heard before.
I think you’re losing your illusion.
I think I’m seeing through it.
Feelings resurrect, they leave a mess, I’ll bury it.
And I never said,
And I never said a word.
And I never said
I’d rather be dead
Honest with you.
Tired of the illusion
It’s all in my head
I’d rather be dead
Honest with you