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