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