Take my hand again.
It misses you, so much.
It's lonely here without
you to share my tea.
There's nothing to see.

Give me back myself.
I was taken away when
you picked up my hand.
You're not here at all.
No more, left in the fall.

I want to dance with her.
We want to paint together.
But I can't do anything.
Not now, not anymore.
You are a miserable chore.

She bought me a chest
with roses, tulips inside.
That's more than you.
You. You You!
Impossible to get through.

I want you back again.
But I don't want you.
I want to skate on.
I want her to take my hand.
She can be my new brand.