текст Sympathy Array слова

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