Sympathy

Sympathy just doesn't mean that much to me
Compassion's not the fashion 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 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 doesn't suit our mood, we'll call it crime

Dedication's not an obligation
Or a figment of someone's imagination
It's 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