Sympathy - Billy Talent

A slap in the face

And I can’t erase

These things that you say

Don’t make it all okay, it’s not okay

When push comes to shove

I’ll put on the gloves

Intentions are cruel

I ain’t nobody’s fool you know it hurts.

My pride, step aside

'Cause I don’t need your.

Sympathy!

Won’t get the best of me

Misery!

That’s what you’re giving me

Sympathy!

It’s just like trickery

Breaking me down

A fistful of lies

Dressed up in disguise

And make no mistake

I know they’re all so fake, they’re all so fake

My self-righteous friend

I just can’t pretend

Your words are the truth

Sincere only when they suit you, it hurts.

My pride, step aside

'Cause I don’t need your.

Sympathy!

Won’t get the best of me

Misery!

That’s what your giving me

Sympathy!

It’s just like trickery

Breaking me down

Sympathy!

Won’t get the best of me

Misery!

This shit is killing me

Sympathy!

It’s just like trickery

Breaking me down

Breaking me down

Sympathy!

Won’t get the best of me

Misery!

That’s what your giving me

Sympathy!

It’s just like trickery

Breaking me down

Sympathy!

Won’t get the best of me

Misery!

This shit is killing me

Sympathy!

It’s just like trickery

Breaking me down

Breaking me down

Breaking me down