 Not My Friend
Not My Friend
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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