My thoughts too loud
I'm drowned in their din,
I, me, myself...too big a crowd
Always arguing within...
I seeks solace
But finds none,
Solitude's a disgrace
Too much of me to spoil the fun...
Me tries shutting out
My overactive mind,
But the voices grow to a shout
And in their commotion, me they grind...
I wants to pack his bag
Walk out on myself,
Me holds him back
To resolve their differences offers to help...
The commotion briefly does pause
As a truce then ensues,
But then they've found another cause
I, me, myself...reason for all my blues...