Sympathy

Sympathy

Sympathy just doesn't mean that much to me

Compassion is now compassion in my mind

And if you're looking for a shoulder to cry on

Don't turn your head my way

'Cause I'd rather have my music in a day

You and I are master of our destiny

We look for consolation all the time

Till we find out things are not what they were meant to be oh no

And if it doesn't suit our mood we'll call it crime

Dedication is not an obligation

All I think about someone's imagination

It's the only way to say to live from day to day

To make each passing way a smile succession

Dreams are the possession of the simple man

Reality the fantasy of youth

When living is a problem that is common to us all

We love the only common road to truth