They say she was made of his rip,

But all that he did was guilt trip.

I can't believe you saw me as her,

Using me when you thought I was high.

I wish I could rewind the time,

And show you how looks your tomb.

Adam bit the fruit and blamed it on Eve.

And all she could do was fucking grieve.

I wish it could could end like for them,

You'd get banished so you condemn.

I guess it was also my fault,

Trusting someone I guessed would assault.

Me, so stop fucking my brain,

I can't seem to function okay.

You messed me up and my thoughts,

And fuck it, you're fucking gross.

June 28 2022