Sympathy - Melissa Etheridge

There’s a liar in your bed

And there’s a shotgun to your head

You can’t breathe but you can smoke

You can’t cry but you can joke about it

You can drink yourself to chills

You can hide your little pills

As your life slowly explodes

You can believe nobody knows about it

Do you think that you’re the only one

Who’s losing their minds

Keeping it together

Is everyone’s favourite pastime

Everybody’s had some really, really bad

Some this has got to be the end

I would really like to try for you

Sit around and cry for you

Muster up some sympathy

Well that’s too much to ask of me

You try so hard to be discreet

With all your secrets in the sheets

As you solemnly refuse

The very spark that lights your fuse

Do you think that you’re the only one

Who can be unkind

Tearing at each others flesh

Is everyone’s favourite pastime

Have some have some sympathy now

Have some sympathy now