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The Bubble Baby
The bubble baby, plays alone
Amongst a crowd, lights rushing by
One thousand years without a fear
Tears etched upon his blurry smile
A troubled baby, rocks the boat
One thousand soldiers, chase his crys
To take away his plushy throat
They bounce across the crimson sky
A happy baby, claps with glee
He sees the world so full of life
A sickly whip escapes his lips
One thousand souls to eat tonight
Lonely baby, one thousand stars
The ship he’s on, a night kissed ghost
He dreams of every pretty thing
A baby wants to cuddle close
The bubble baby, plays alone
Amongst a crowd, lights rushing by
One thousand years without a fear
Tears etched upon his blurry smile
A troubled baby, rocks the boat
One thousand soldiers, chase his crys
To take away his plushy throat
They bounce across the crimson sky
A happy baby, claps with glee
He sees the world so full of life
A sickly whip escapes his lips
One thousand souls to eat tonight
Lonely baby, one thousand stars
The ship he’s on, a night kissed ghost
He dreams of every pretty thing
A baby wants to cuddle close
Good, bad?
I'd appreciate some constructive criticism ;]
I'd appreciate some constructive criticism ;]
The Bubble Baby
The bubble baby, plays alone
Amongst a crowd, lights rushing by
One thousand years without a fear
Tears etched upon his blurry smile
A troubled baby, rocks the boat
One thousand soldiers, chase his crys
To take away his plushy throat
They bounce across the crimson sky
A happy baby, claps with glee
He sees the world so full of life
A sickly whip escapes his lips
One thousand souls to eat tonight
Lonely baby, one thousand stars
The ship he’s on, a night kissed ghost
He dreams of every pretty thing
A baby wants to cuddle close
The bubble baby, plays alone
Amongst a crowd, lights rushing by
One thousand years without a fear
Tears etched upon his blurry smile
A troubled baby, rocks the boat
One thousand soldiers, chase his crys
To take away his plushy throat
They bounce across the crimson sky
A happy baby, claps with glee
He sees the world so full of life
A sickly whip escapes his lips
One thousand souls to eat tonight
Lonely baby, one thousand stars
The ship he’s on, a night kissed ghost
He dreams of every pretty thing
A baby wants to cuddle close