August Winterman - Dead Poetic Album Version

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