Running out of breath
Chasing down the big parade, rising 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, 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 commands but instead I make a mess of things, for me

I try paint by numbers, but nothing´s black and white to 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 no one can make your lies the truth, and no one can stand inside your shoes but you

Don´t make me out to be this helpless child misery, maybe love is what I need
But not your sympathy
But not your sympathy