Song of Myself

I'll write a song of myself
If that means I am one step closer to you
That begs the question why I'd try
If all it does is tear me down and pull me from the inside out
I'll write a song to think of time
And ponder all the wonders of my being
That begs the question why am I here
If all I am is who I used to be

I'll tell you something nothing ever turns out right
In your mind, you play these games, but you'll never be the same
Whatcha gonna do about it, live without it, no
I'll write a song of myself

I'll shout oh my, "O Me! O Life!"
When Robin says, "that you are here"
And the powerful play goes on
I gotta say I like the sound of that
I'll tell you something nothing ever turns out right
In your mind, you play these games, but you'll never be the same
Whatcha gonna do about it, live without it, no
I'll write a song

Failing to fetch me at first
Keep encouraged, keep encouraged
I myself become
The wounded person, the wounded person
I guess it must be the flag of
My disposition, my disposition
I and this mystery, here I stand

I'll tell you something nothing ever turns out right
In your mind, you play these games, but you'll never be the same
Whatcha gonna do about it live without it, no
I'll write a song of myself