MY ILLUSION
Another day the same old way
another day of tormenting, my illusion,
I think I'll try again, and then
your memory comes back to me.

I always know how things will go
before I rise up to face it, my illusion,
and every day the same old way
your memory comes back to me.

Another night a sleepless night
and as the years add to it, my illusion,
I pray to die again, and then
your memory comes back to me.
 1998 ron wilson