Title: August Winterman
Artist: Dead Poetic
Composer(s): Chad John Shellabarger, Zachary Aaron Miles, Brandon Travis Rike, Joshua Alan Shellabarger
Lyric:
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
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