Bubbles

The first hundred years are the toughest
 On this bubble
 An open sky, flying high, take a bride
 Get some trouble
 The first one will do
 I'm just passing through
 The second one needs more
 I've been here before
 I've been here before
 I've been here before
 Springtime falls, summer calls
 You slip and slide until you hit December
 Believe my eyes, they'll bleed you dry
 If I was an ingenious, I'd lose my temper
 The first one will do
 I'm just passing through
 Second one needs more
 Been here before
 Been here before
 Wanna make me weak while you cry
 It's not such a thing as pass till you die
 Gotta go, I get high
 Gotta go, I get high
 Deceiver deceived us
 And I deceived them
 Carry my troubles home
 Married with the humble home
 The first hundred years are the toughest
 I'm getting smothered
 And life is just one bloody thing
 After another