Lyrics August Winterman - Dead Poetic

August Winterman

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 yours
But 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 yours
But I’m falling down
Perfect … As if my wings were like yours
But 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 one 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 one whose wrong.
I’m the one who cries
I cry … I despise me