blow bubbles with their gum

Life inside the music box ain't easy.
the mallets hit the gears are always turning,
and everyone inside the mechanism
is yearning to get out
and sing another melody completely
So different from the one they're always singing.
I close my eyes and think that I have found me
but then I feel mortality surround me
I want to sing another melody
so different from the one I always sing.

everyone must breathe until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again.