Sympathy
Sympathy just doesn't meanThat much to meCompassion's notThe fashion in my mindAnd if you're looking forA shoulder to cry onDon't turn your head my way'Cause I'd rather haveMy music any day
You and I areMasters of our destinyWe look for consolation all the timeUntil we find out things are notWhat they were meant to be, oh noAnd if it doesn't suit our moodWe'll call it crime
Dedication's not an obligationOr a figment ofSomeone's imaginationIt's the only way they sayTo live from day to dayTo make each passing wayA small sensation
Dreams are the possession ofThe simple manReality the fantasy of youthBut living is a problem thatIs common to us allWith love the onlyCommon road to truth