Pillow

As she walked inside herself

Her eyes filmed over and over

And the heart was full of the horror

She saw her demons and talked to everyone

Some came and other went away

She should want to be alone

Until a huge storm come down

Yes she would like to be alone

But the dark storm made the little girl cry...

Maybe her hope will go on

Who cares... who cares...

'cause is not easy to be who she really is

While the mirror draws some scars around her kiss

She knows that everything is wrong

A child can understand that

But she's not a child

With a gun in her hands

Sick of it all she gets another trend

Now driving her car she's seeking for the only truth

I wonder how her thoughts can be so weird and cruel (and she

Says)

Yes i still believe in you

And i'm still forsaking hell

'cause you are my other self...