Norah Jones

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'll back away,
i'm gonna keep the handle of your gun in sight.