Me, Myself & I

Buried in the shroud of loneliness
With Me, Myself, and I
I sang a song just for Me,
But I started to cry.

For deep, down inside Me
There is this real hunger just to be
I thought he had all the answers,
But then again, it could have just been Me.

For if I could speak for Myself
And somehow leave Me out of this
I would find a way to express Myself
And avoid this big awful mess.

For at the end of the day
When shadows stretch long across my mind,
I realize there is none else to blame,
But Me, Myself, and I.