Sympathy

Turning into something That I don't recognise I think that we have fell for the mirror And I blow dry my hair See the crows feet in my eyes What a man, what a man I’ve become You know I don't need the sympathy of anyone You know I don't need the sympathy of you I saw a birthday message From someone I don’t know Well it all seems strange to me And you post about the good things Keep the sadness to yourself Every window has a silver lining You know I don't need the sympathy of anyone You know I don't need the sympathy of you