There are many hobbies out there
Most of them I do not dare
Some are jokes
Some are fun
Just to think about them
Makes me run
I don’t have a hobby
And I never will
My hands are butter
My feet are stones
I am so alone
Without a hobby of my own
People go ridding
People go swimming
People are singing
While they are running
Me,
I am sitting all on my own
I am so alone
Without a hobby of my own