We say that in your 20s, you try and find yourself

To mean that when you're 30, you'll be somebody else

Well, I've taken many chances, I've taken many pills

I've had my share of expensive mistakes and cheap thrills

Now I sing, pleased to meet me, how am I?

Can I help me? I must try

I'm going crazy, my oh my

Just me, myself and I

I went down to the doctor, so she could read my head

She couldn't give me answers, she just asked me how I felt

I said, I feel pretty strange, I feel kinda queer

Isn't that the reason why people visit here?

She says there's a connection between my presence and my past

She asked if I wouldn't mind if she conducted a little test

She showed me all the bad things that I have suppressed

I said the bad things, all the sad things, that caused all of the stress

Now I sing, pleased to meet me, how am I?

Can I help me? I must try

She took me to my dark side, it wasn't hard to find

They'd dreaded it up the coast, in the attic of my mind

I wrestled with my loneliness, my rejection as a child

Doctor, can you help me? I am not the counselling kind

Oh -oh, oh -oh, oh -oh, oh -oh

Pleased to meet me, how am I?

Can I help me? I must try

I'm going crazy, my, oh my

Just me, myself and I