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i don't let him touch me anymore
i said, "i'm not something to butter up and taste when you get bored
'cause i have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors
to find some peace and quiet right behind a wooden door"
he said, "please don't go away"
he said, "please don't go away"
i said, "it's too late."
i said, "it's too late."
and now i can't stop thinking that i can't stop thinking
that i almost gave you everything
and now the whole thing's finished and i can't stop wishing
that i never gave you anything.