August Winterman Lyrics by Dead Poetic
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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.
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.