Me, Myself and I

Me, myself and I,
Best friends they were in life,
Not seeing other lives,
But passing them on by.

They didn't really care,
The people in despair,
But rather what to wear,
And how to style their hair.

Three in one they came,
The mirror would proclaim,
Comprising how they'd gain,
As only for their fame.

They died a lonely soul,
For no one there to hold, 
And as the story's told,
Their ending was alone.