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
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

Dead Poetic - August Winterman 

/ We are the misfits, the outcasts, the broken things, the ugly animals. People will never see us as normal human beings. We love the darkness because it keeps us invisible, we don’t want to be seen and we don’t want to see cruelty either. We find life hard to live, that’s why every now and then some of us choose to leave. Not because life is hard or difficult, but for us it’s impossible.
I wish I can find a way to be happy, I wish I could find a way to forget all that I’ve lived. I wish I could simply live. /

I close my eyes and disappear. There's too much memories, too much atumn leaves, too much lonely walks under pale skyes, under rain drops. There's too much sadness, to much love and too much hidden passion. There's too much of me. 

But really, I have no words to explain what this song means to me ... So I’ll just say that if I could become a song, I would become exactly this one. This lyrics, this darkness, this everything.

"And If I could teach the world to be... I'd teach them all to be something just like me. Frustrated, bitter, depressing".