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.
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.
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.
I cry.
I despise me.
I cry.
I despise me.
I cry.
I despise me.
The Finest
Artist: Dead Poetic- New Medicines
- Narcotic
- Glass In The Trees
- Bliss Tearing Eyes
- Self Destruct Die
- August Winterman
- Long Forgotten
- In Coma
- Taste the Red Hands
- Pretty Pretty
- The Corporate Enthusiast
- Hostages
- Vanus Empty
- In Coma acoustic version
- Lioness demo version
- Cannibal vs Cunning demo version
- In Coma demo version
- Sinless City demo version