My Poor Friend Me

[Am]I know a ma[F]n
Who doesn't have [G]many friends   [Am]
I know a plac[F]e he lives
Where trou[G]ble never ends    [Em]
[Am]I know its har[F]d for him
To r[G]ead 'tween the lines [Am]
And his day[Em]s are getting so much shorter    [Am]

[Am]He simply tu[F]rns away
And do[G]ns a bitter frown[Am]
His world is crum[F]bling
His s[G]hip is weighted down   [Em]
[Am]He doesn't ca[F]re
As long as he c[G]an wear the crown     [Am]
I k[Em]now this man all too well  [Am]
Its my poo[F]r friend me    [G]
A portra[Em]yal of the great dichotomy   [Am]

([A] reminder of [A] tragic history)
Its my poo[F]r friend me     [G]
And I'm run[Em]ning out of steam [Am]

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
To see the solu[Am]tion
And it[G] begi[F]ns wit[Em]h me [Am]
[F]But I'm so fallibly human[Am]
I've p[G]icked the lock
But will not turn the key   [Em]

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