dont remember being born, who does anyway,
but i could sense your being before i was there.
whoever made my baby clothes, n i dont know how they felt.
but it was u who gave the little boy his smell.
and taking everything thats thrown upon,
the only constant in my lovely home,
and standing at the corner of my room,
the only constant in my sweet home.
refresh my case.
shine up my face.
got new detergent.
give me my inner scent(innoscence) ...