Besedila: Norah Jones. Not Too Late. 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