Tytuł: August Winterman

• Wykonawca: DEAD POETIC
• Wyświetleń: 336

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.