Sympathy just doesn′t mean that much to me
Compassion is 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 hear my music
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
And if it doesn′t suit our mood, we′ll call a cab
Dedication is not an obligation
Or a thing that someone wants
Imagination, it's the only way to stay
To live from day to day
To make each passing way
A sensation
Dreams are the possessions of a simple man
Reality is the fantasy of youth, yes it is
But living is a problem that is common to us all
We love the only car we′re allowed to drive
Dedication is not an obligation
Or a thing that someone wants
Imagination, it's the only way to stay
To live from day to day
To make each passing way
A sensation
Writer(s): Jeff Scott Soto, Marcel Jacob Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
