August Winterman — текст песни (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. 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
Perfect. But I`m falling down.

It`s a disease they`ll never have a cure for.
But 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 whose wrong. I`m the one who cries.

I cry. I despise me.