Is It Me? Poem by Taylor Watts

Is it me that you blame when your life starts to crumble?
Is it me that you blame when your thoughts turn to dust?
Is it me that you blame when your feel always fumble?
Is it me that you blame when your love turns to lust?

So it's me,
Has to be
You are perfect in design.
Yea it's me,
Gotta be.
Someone give me a sign.

Murder every shooting star
Devour all the light
Take away the setting sun
And even hide the night

So it's me,
Has to be
You will never blame yourself.
Yea it's me,
Gotta be.
I am begging for your help.

It just burns,
It just burns.