Dead Poetic August Winterman Lyrics

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 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 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.