Текст (слова) песни: Dead Poetic - August Winterman
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.
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