Testosterone
Once a week
For the rest of my life
As the pain drives farther and deeper
Like a knife
If only I was born
With this key part inside
I wouldn't need to mourn
Nor have the need to cry
1, 2, 3, 4 shots into the side
As I wait for the tears
Running down my cheek to dry
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