I'm Kevin. Help Me! Help Me! Help Me! Help Me! - Live

Brought down in your heyday
Was this your price to pay
You can't deny these bloodshot eyes
A new beginning to a new delay

Well these mornings are the worst though
Will there be mourning for me
Last night's highs followed by tomorrow's lows
A newfound sense of urgency

Just a bit over dramatic
Oh such a tragedy
Cut loose with nothing to choose
In and out of apathy

Lately where's your heart been
Are you still going for gold
Despite the case well it's all out of phase
Where's that drive
That Gusto
Touch of Bold

And your stake is problematic
Sporadic in despondency
You are the tides that the levee's denied
Grasping for complacency

Just a bit over dramatic
Oh such a tragedy
Cut loose with nothing to choose
In and out of apathy

You can fall into the mold but they wont care about you
Drop dead as their martyr and they wont care about you
I'm done pursuing other faceless men's interest now
I'm just here until I'm not

Just a bit over dramatic
Oh such a tragedy
Cut loose with nothing to choose
In and out of apathy



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Pounds
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