Crushed, I turned inward
“Whatever’s wrong with me,” I kept muttering to myself,
“That she wouldn’t even look at me.”
Then suddenly taken aback, I saw,
That all these “I”s and “me”s
Keep getting in the way
All at once showing me why it is
That she wouldn’t even look at me
Oho, I thought, this is how a man like me
Turns into his own enemy
