Me

As the flower blooms,and the expectations sky high,
i lived myself as always as me,
as an ignorant me.

As i stand with the thunderous voice,
Of telling the story,singing promises, to enlighten your messed up feelings,
i lived myself as always as me,
as an ignorant me.

Nothing is gonna change,
Even your hope got away,
And i can't make it on the way to the sky reaching you,
as i lived myself as me,
the one an only ignorant me,

And sorry,
because i lived myself as me,

But, hold on,
If you may,
with the sorrow me of saying;
sorry, for the 100th time.