Yes, I'm I, I myself, just what I turned out 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 !...