August Winterman

by Dead Poetic

from Album: Four Wall Blackmail

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.