If A Pillow Could Talk

If A Pillow Could Talk ballad

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If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that happy girl they think I am.
If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m not that strong girl they think I am.
If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I walk with so much confidence, but there’s a lot of fear behind that confidence.
If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m dying for love, affection and happiness.
If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I cried many nights.
If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m hurting inside, but pretending to be happy on the outside.
If a pillow could talk, it would tell the world that I’m wearing a mask of smiles.
I wonder if the world would still love me, if they find out that behind that smile is so much pain that I can’t bear.

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