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.
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