Running out breath Chasing down the big parade, Rising up my hand, Thought I'd beg the marching band to for me All of these illusions, They really mean the world to me, me
Don't make me out to be this helpless child misery, Maybe love is what need But not your sympathy
In and out of space, I'm somewhere in between, I try to make commands But instead I make a mess of things, for me
I try paint by But nothing's black and white to
Don't make me out to be this helpless child of misery, Maybe love is what I need But not your sympathy
Nothing and no one can your lies the and no one can stand inside your shoes but you
Don't make me out to be this helpless child misery, love is what I need But not your sympathy But not your sympathy