You act like you know me
Like you've even been into my crib
That you're aware of knowing me better than myself
My crib is my own place
Bubbled in fantasies flown away and popped
Still in my records
The beauty still lives within my crib
My home is where i will share my love
You know
Don't burst my bubbles or predict my emotion
My emotion
What yields inside of me
A motion which yearns around inside of me
Its dry, painful, slimy and warm at times it is traumatic
Each road walked by is misunderstood by all but I
Only I understand that road
Why is it such a mess and why does everyone hate PainVille st
Only i know whats really there
I know the story so who are you to judge my road, my home and my crib...