August Winterman Songtext
von 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.