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 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 Embedded once or twice To change what could be mine and wait up late to send you home. 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