Sympathy

Dm G Sympathy just doesn?t mean Dm G That much to me Dm Compassion?s not A Dm The fashion in my mind Dm And if you?re looking for G A shoulder to cry on Dm G Don?t turn your head my way Dm ?cause I?d rather have A Dm My music any day Dm You and I are G Dm G Masters of our destiny Dm A Dm We look for consolation all the time Dm G Until we find out things are not Dm G What they were meant to be, oh no Dm A And if it doesn?t suit our mood Dm We?ll call it crime Gm Dm Dedication?s not an obligation A Or a figment of Dm Someone?s imagination Gm It?s the only way they say Dm To live from day to day A To make each passing way Dm 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