Gave it away
I can remember it really well
The day I had said Goodbye and Farwell
It was hard to see and hard to do, but somewhere deep inside I knew
And yet it was wrong, wrong for me to do
I guess I was just caught up and wasn’t thinking of what to do
It was taken, yet given by me
So now I wish I wasn’t able to say that I just gave it away, like an old toy from my chest
My virginity
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