Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be after all, a sort of accessory or leftover. the foggy suburbs of my sincere emotion, it's me here inside of me, it's me...

What I was,
what I wasn't - that's all me.

What I wanted,
what I didn't, all of that gets to be me.

What I loved,
what I stopped loving - it's all become
    the same sad yearning in me.

I'm me,
and what the hell can I do about it !...