Dead Poetic - August Winterman Lyrics
And If I could teach the world to be..I’d teach them all to be something just like me.Frustrated, bitter, depressing.Perfect – As if my wings were like yoursBut I’m falling down.And if you could hold your tongue long enough..You’d see that all I am is love, but I don’t like me.I despise me.Perfect – As if my wings were like yoursBut I’m falling down.Perfect – As if my wings were like yoursBut I’m falling down.It’s a disease they’ll never have a cure for.You’re the only way to dry my eyes.It’s a disease, they’ll never have a cure.But I’m the on whose wrong. I’m the one who cries.It’s a disease, they’ll never have a cure for.It’s a disease, they’ll never have a cure.But I’m the on whose wrong. I’m the one who cries.I cry – I despise me.