🍼 [Verse 1]
You sit so proud on your bottle-made throne,
Acting like pain is a kingdom you own.
But crowns made of glass tend to shatter and bleed,
And puppets like you only dance when they’re seen.
Your voice is a rattle, your thoughts are a glitch,
Sewn-up mouth hiding every switch.
Mommy said “be brave”, Daddy said “don’t cry”,
So now you rot in silence, too proud to ask why.
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🩹 [Pre-Chorus]
Sugarcoat your shame with a cherry on top,
But even candy melts when the show don’t stop.
Cracks in your plastic, your ego leaks through,
But no one claps when they’re done with you.
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🧸 [Chorus]
🎵 Bottle boy, bottle boy, stuck on display,
Everyone laughs as you rot away.
Thought you were royal, thought you were gold,
But baby, your throne is just sticky and cold.
Bottle boy, bottle boy, take your last sip,
Your fairytale’s over — enjoy the drip.
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🎠 [Verse 2]
You built your world out of glitter and glue,
But the sparkles won’t save the mess inside you.
Your friends? Paper dolls. Your charm? A facade.
You fooled the whole class, but you still feel odd.
The sandbox’s empty, your swing’s in a loop,
You’re chasing approval like melted soup.
The playground’s laughing, the sky turns red —
You're still performing… but inside, you're dead.
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🩰 [Bridge – softly sung, reversed whispers underneath]
You wanted to win, but forgot what’s the game,
You wore all the masks, but forgot your own name.
One more bow, one last show —
But nobody claps when they already know...
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🪆 [Final Chorus – eerie layered harmonies]
🎵 Bottle boy, bottle boy, cracked little toy,
Breaking apart just to feel like a boy.
Dripping in silence, wrapped in your shame,
You sat on the bottle — now drown in the flame.
Bottle boy, bottle boy, the stage is black,
No one is coming… they won’t clap back.
TheNizz