My Sympathy

Against the fallen will

Negates the need for me

To try and dampen all the glow

Don't slow down

With ever changing things

Denied the rest of it

If ever you could think to know

Don't slow down

The temper always knows its wasted

The temper means that you don't hold on for

My sympathy

That isn't me.

I seem to redefine

Through lack of confidence so take a hold on what we do

Don't slow down

Embedded once or twice

To change what could be mine and wait up late to send you home.

Don't slow down

The temper always knows it's wasted

The temper means that you don't hold on for...

The temper always knows it's wasted

The temper means that you don't hold on

For my sympathy

That isn't me.