Running out of breath chasing down a big parade raising up my hand thought I'd beg the marching band to play for me all of these illusions they really mean the world to me
don't make me out to be this helpless child of misery maybe love is what I need but not your sympathy
In and out of space I'm always somewhere in between I try to make amends but instead I make a mess of things for me I try to paint by numbers but nothing's black and white for me
don't make me out to be this helpless child of misery maybe love is what I need but not your sympathy
nothing and noone can make your lies the truth and noone can stand inside your shoes but you
don't make me out to be this helpless child of misery maybe love is what I need but not your sympathy