No matter how many times I balance my energy
My thoughts provoke me
Is it the devil,
Or the lullaby and the melody?
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The symptoms rack up and intensify
Why can't anyone sense the temptress when her thorns mutilate my insides?
She hides and attaches herself like a fly
Why does her sin reside?
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These overactive hormones are abnormal
The chemistry that Eve causes makes my brain emotional.
Eve is no longer my friend; her depression, isolation, and misery no longer train me
The acne, bloating, cramping, fatigue, and mood swings no longer define me.
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Eve cannot find the nerves beginnings
Her thorns don't puncture my seeds,
Her stems are cut and bleak,
My control has taken away her temptations,
She fights my medication.
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It's too bad she's a bloody pad,
I throw her out and all is clean
No longer does Eve shed my ovaries.
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The lullaby has shortened
The lyrics sound miserable
The music box won't end Eve's song
Why must I always be the chosen one?
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My brain blocks the circulation,
Eve cannot fight my persecution
She's faced her execution.
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No longer do I feel sick,
Eve and her jinxed rosary cannot enchant me
No longer does Eve tempt me.