August Winterman by Dead Poetic


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August Winterman
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.


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