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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
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