It is me

It is me,

because im the source of this,

i am the problem,

i am the disease

i am the agony

my wrath upon u are mine to responsible,

pain and misery

tear and headache

flu and mumble

all comes to you,

yet again

a lost myself to the path once before

the path i hate most

without effort

i fail with flying colour

without guide

i destroy what i treasure most,

i am not perfect nor noble person,

my faith are yet to question it self

but why am i deserve someone like you,

there is no other way i let my self this kind of love

there is no more hate that i felt before,

there is time to forgive and forgiven

and all hope are lost,

drown in lake of despair and depress

sail me a boat of hope,

a long the journey

teach me some way

or somehow

to be what you want me to be

cause all i touch is becoming the gold midas

nothing is useful,

nothing is remember

and nothing to carry on

like a rose that bloom in month of may,

wither by the month of november,

could our love be like that

love by a season

is that what i am looking for,

i want a lifetime

i want to cherish as long as i can

but yet again

it is me,

it is me