Only Me

Only Me

I won't say that I'm a pop star,

or in a Braodway show.

But I'll say I sing my heart out,

and that's all you need to know.

I can't pretend like I'm the dancing king,

turning twirls like child's play,

when I'm only spazzing around my room

in the most ungraceful way.

You won't hear that I'm a New York chef

whipping up a cheese souffle,

because I'm really messing up my kitchen,

trying to make PB&J.

Do you see another me-

cooler, smarter, more mature?

Do you know another Joey

with a thousand talents, maybe more?

Or do you see a normal guy,

average to the core?

Do you hear my alter ego

knocking at the door?

No, I didn't think so-

I'm only me and nothing more.