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