Nov 13, 2007 12:06
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