My pillow is my best friend.

When you're gone there's noone else to talk to,

noone to cling to when I'm sad.



So when you're gone I talk to my pillow.

It doesn't say much, but it listens just like you.



Looking to the stars above, 

wishing you were here with me.

I hold onto my pillow wishing,

you could set me free.



I know it's a dream, that may or may not come true.

But still I hold onto my pillow, 

dreaming of days spent with you.