August Winterman

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 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.