At times she builds forests, lakes and mountains
With the tears she cries at night
With her misery, she builds a world of legends and fairies
With her heartache, she weaves melodies
Melodies that drown out the outer world
With her vengeance, she builds herself a bubble
A great big bubble
To put in all her forests and lakes
And then to reside in
And the sweetest melodies u haven't heard
She's taken them too
She's packing her bubble to fly far away
No, she won't let another soul destroy her bubble
For she hasn't got the malice
To build the one she needs.