Your Sympathy

Running out of breath

Chasing down the 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, 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 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