I apologise for painting you crying;
Trapping you in an eternity of misery.
I long to reach out a friendly hand,
Grasp you're painted fingers and
Switch places with one pull, in sympathy.
You can take my place –
Take the chance to smile and love
To dance and laugh – or actually
Choose the reasons for your tears –
So grab my hand and take the chance
For yourself – 'cause God knows
I don't use it.