• I have only the sincerest sympathies,

    to those of you that have lost and not gained,

    never found happiness without having wept,

    who's stories aren't told, forgotten and pained.



    I too know pain, and it's seductive embrace,

    to fall into a lifeless rut, trying to forget her face,

    but even though you feel alone in a hatefull life,

    I'm here for you, so you can drop your knife.



    I have only the sincerest sympathies,

    for every time you've loved and been cast aside,

    sifting through clothes they left and you kept,

    you who's a stranger, for in no one can you confide.



    I know nothing of hardship or feeling hate,

    I've lived a sheltered life, all I do is wait,

    but I do know the cold comfort of depression,

    I may not be a priest, but I will hear your confession.



    I have only the sincerest sympathies,

    because what else can one feel but pity?

    I know, because in the buisness of misery, I am adept,

    the only defense we have is to be sarcastic and witty.



    I know your pain and Iopen my arms to you,

    because sadness has crippled me, not much else I can do,

    but maybe because of our sad bond of emptiness and solitude,

    we can remember what it's like to be happy, and never again brood.



    All I have are sympathies for your plight of sadness,

    but I'll protect you from the world and it's madness.