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