Hmmm... Random lyric in early morning

I, I, I, it's always me
But I'd rather talk about somebody else
Like you, or him, or her
I'd rather let you know how great I think you are
Than how sad it makes me feel
Or that they said something wonderful
and she wrote something I could never
Something so heartfelt and real
It needs no metaphor to cover up
I would like to write something positive
About how someday I would find a muse
that wasn't based in the incapacitating feeling of not being able to tell her...
But was genuine praise
Shall I compare thee to a fabrication
because none of it was ever true
I present these lies as fact in my own head
So as to distract my thoughts from the epiphany
That I can't stand another year of this
but it looks I must
Keep writing your own sad songs and I'll make things up for mine