If her pillow could talk it'll tell you a story of the tears that never dried
About how it couldn't soke them no matter how hard it tried
How it muffled the sounds through the nights that she cried
About how it withstood the heaviness of her heart beats til the sounds died

It'll tell you the story of a dreamer, trapped all day and night
Too afraid to leave home, because the monsters promise to bite
Too afraid to look outside, cuz of shadows in sight
Trapped in her own imagination because the outside world isn't right

Her pillow will tell you fairytales about her pure, white heart
About her so called friends with words like dart
About how she keeps moving on despite being torn apart
About a single girl; the definition of priceless piece of art

But her pillow will also tell you about how it never left her side
How she wiped away her tears when she felt empty inside
Like there was an abyss swallowing her whole being like a slippery slide
Comforting the shell of a human that said she's fine and lied
It'll tell you the story of a beautiful bride
Lost in her world, lost of her pride
But no, it'll also tell you that it never left her side

-The_Outkast