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.