The walls of my crib I once climbed out of,
The door to my room I once opened,
The fence to my house I once hopped over,
The walls I've made have been climbed over,
They've been blown up,
Slowly deteriorating.
Empty promises left holes,
For filthy rats,
To trash me,
To use me,
To hurt me,
To desert me...
The crib I once climbed out of,
I almost want to crawl back into,
Where it was safe,
No one hurt you,
But feeling what its like to live,
Knowing what life has to give,
Its worth the holes in the walls and those dirty dirty rats,
I learn to set traps,
I learn to patch those holes,
Making me feel whole.