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Well, there's nothing really wrong with me
 I'm just choking, almost constantly
 Well, there's nothing really wrong with me
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 Well, at fourteen years old
 I finally had to say "No"
 And at fourteen years old
 I finally had to let go.
 And at fourteen years old
 I was basically fully grown
 I was fourteen years old
 But still the saddest kid I'll ever fucking know
 I don't really talk about it though
 So I'll pretend that I'm fine
 Then proceed to watch my best friend lose her mind
 And there was nothing I could say or do
 And there's no amount of time that would've helped you
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 Although I tried too
 Well, there's nothing really wrong with me
 I'm just choking, almost constantly
 Well, there's nothing really wrong with me
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 Well, at nineteen years old
 I still had never really been told
 That at nineteen years old
 I'm fucking allowed to fucking say "no"
 And at nineteen years old
 Well, there's only a few ways this could go
 I was nineteen years old
 But still not stronger than his hands across my throat
 That's the way it goes
 That's the way it goes
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 Well, there's something really wrong with me
 'Cause I'm choking, almost constantly
 Oh, there's something really wrong with me