Your Sympathy

Running out of breath

Chasing down the big parade, oh, oh

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, oh, oh

I try to make commands

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 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 of misery

Maybe love is what I need

But not your sympathy

But not your sympathy