My Poor Friend Me

I know a man who doesnt have many friends
I know a place he lives where trouble never ends
I know its hard for him to read tween the lines
And his days are getting so much shorter
He simply turns away and dons a bitter frown
His world is crumbling, his ship is weighted down
He doesnt care as long as he can wear the crown
I know this man all too well
Its my poor friend me
A portrayal of the great dichotomy(Great dichotomy)
Its my poor friend me
And Im running out of steam
I know there are people who are cynical and vane
They point their finger cause they cant accept the blame
They live their lives under a blanket of shame
And their progeny crawl from underneath it
Lately, Ive come to see the solution
And it begins with me
But Im so fallibly human
Ive picked the lock but will not turn the key, yeah
Of people running scared, we live, breathe and die
Off to a world, our time is slipping on by
We have solutions, but dont even try
And I feel,
I know just who to blame
Its my poor friend me
A reminder of a tragic history(Tragic history)
Its my poor friend me
And Im running out of steam