You were once my paradise, 
you were once the piece that I like to keep and never let&nbsp;&nbsp;go, but now you're just a nightmare that I want to forget&nbsp;&nbsp;and a memory that i never wanna remember.

/ Once /

and whenever your memories hunts me 
i tightly hug my pillow and pretend its you.

pillow = you

In history class, we learned about witches.
About them being hunted down.
We were told this was all a misconception.
That true witches were never to be found.

But I know the real truth,
The one everyone says is wrong.
That while witches may be fake,
The witch hunts are still going strong.