There is a part that lives deep inside of me
That throughout  the day digs his way out
More often than not he likes to be seen
This part of me called "Self"

"Self" comes out when there's a problem
A problem with not getting his way
Which seems to happen quite often
At any given moment on any given day

He rears his ugly head
When he comes across an attitude
From someone else's "Self" that says whats mine is mine
And it's all about me instead of you

You see the problem with my "Self"
Is he's not the only one in the crowd
Not the only one vying for attention
Not the only one screaming out loud

Can't the people see it's all about me
All about me and nobody else
Why is it you think they call it
The art of pleasing "Self"

You would think that after all of this time
I would have figured it out by now
That in the end nothing good happens
When I give the reigns over to "Self"