My Poor Friend Me

Am F i know a man G Am who doesn’t have many friends F i know a place he lives G Em where trouble never ends Am F i know its hard for him G Am to read ’tween the lines Em Am and his days are getting so much shorter Am F he simply turns away G Am and dons a bitter frown F his world is crumbling G Em his ship is weighted down Am F he doesn’t care G Am as long as he can wear the crown Em Am i know this man all too well F G its my poor friend me Em Am a portrayal of the great dichotomy ( a reminder of a tragic history ) F G its my poor friend me Em Am and i’m running out of steam i know there are people who are cynical and vain they point their finger ’cuz they can’t accept the blame they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their progeny crawl from underneath it F lately i’ve come Am to see the solution G F Em Am and it begins with me F Am but i’m so fallibly human G i’ve picked the lock Em but will not turn the key of people running scared we live , breathe and die off to a world , our time is slipping on by we have solutions , but don’t even try and i feel i know just who to blame