Help me breathe, Help me believe, You seem really glad that I am sad.You are not my friend, I cannot pretend that you are.You made it sting, Your voice is ringing, Just like the boys who laughed at me in school.You are not my friend, I cannot pretend anymore.You found a place, No one should ever go.I'll be ok, 'cause when I back away, I'm gonna keep the handle of your gun in sight.
Norah Jones
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