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...