You Blew It
Kevin, You're Such A Disease
Why can't I just let things go where I'm standing alone?
But I can't take it back, what's done is dead,
but I'm hoping we'll change.
What's done is dead.
I just want to rest while the city is burning.
I won't sleep tonight.
I won't let go.
Too much reality can burn a city down,
but I won't let go.
The city is burning.
From Letras Mania