My Sympathy

Against the fallen will
Negates the need for me
To try dampen all the glow
Don't slow down, don't slow down

With ever changing things
Denied the rest of it
If ever you could think to know
Don't slow down, don't slow down

The temper, always
Knows that, it's wasted
The temper
Means that you dont hold out for
My sympathy, that isnt me

I seem to redefine
Through lack of confidence
So take a hold on what we do
Don't slow down, 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...

The temper, always
Knows that, it's wasted
The temper
Means that you dont hold out for
My sympathy, that isnt me