Sympathy just doesnt mean That much to me
Compassions not The fashion in my mind
And if youre looking for A shoulder to cry on
Dont turn your head my way cause Id rather have
My music any day
Sympathy just doesnt mean That much to me
Compassions not The fashion in my mind
And if youre looking for A shoulder to cry on
Dont turn your head my way cause Id rather have
My music any day
You and I are Masters of our destiny
We look for consolation all the time
Until we find out things are not What they were meant to be, oh no And if it doesnt suit our mood
Well call it crime
Dedications not an obligation Or a figment of
Someones imagination Its the only way they say
To live from day to day To make each passing way
A small sensation
Dreams are the possession of The simple man
Reality the fantasy of youth But living is a problem that
Is common to us all With love the only
Common road to truth
