August Winterman Songtext
von Dead Poetic

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