Illusionist

If you throw me away, we can turn back the days

But we can’t take back the moments, and memories

And I’ll beg you to stay, but you still treat me this way

I’m so sick of the misery, in this game you play

And I’ll beg you to stay, but you still treat me this way

I’m so sick of the misery, in this game you play

In this game you play

You play

You play

And you play