Baby EyesMature

forever living
with my baby eyes
but it's about time
they took one last cry
no wave no smile
for the passer by
intead i'll stay shy
hidden in my baby eyes

i'll go out to play
in heaven all day
surfing the clouds
on santas sliegh
it's time i passed away
as the sky all turns grey
no time or place to prey
to heaven all day

it'll hit me like a brick
a rock, or a stick
hoping it will go quick
stomach is still sick
and the greyness gets thick
just give my brain a kick
why are guys all such dicks?
with there rocks and there sticks

The End

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