August Winterman Lyrics - Singles - 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 

Perfect, 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 

Perfect, but I'm falling down 

Perfect, as if my wings were like yours 

Perfect, 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 who's 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 who's wrong, I'm the one who cries 

I cry, I despise me 

I cry, I despise me 

I cry, I despise me 

I cry, I despise me