My Poor Friend Me : Frank Turner

I know a man

Who doesn't 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 doesn't 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

(a reminder of a tragic history)

Its my poor friend me

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

Lately I've come

To see the solution

And it begins with me

But I'm so fallibly human

I've picked the lock

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