Neurochemical Rush

Oh the things I do for the endorphins

Things I thought I'd left behind

But it turns out history will haunt you

Until the day you die

And even the future is futile

It's just eventual history

Awaiting its conclusion, but

For a few short months I was a woman

Strong and proud and maybe beautiful

But looking in the mirror now

That's not the face I see

There's a little girl staring back at me

Scared and alone and angry

And oh the things she does

For the endorphins you'd never believe.