Dna


My DNA is running out, I am not the guy who makes you smile now
And when we talk, it's not the same, but I already lost the gene for feeling pain

So I won't cry, I will just pretend, I'm still the one and that we are in love again

But when I call you are never home, and I am down to six or seven chromosomes
But you don't care, or understand, how it feels to be a single double strand

All these molecules don't make me who I am, you did

I'm still the one


Autor(es): DARWIN MERWAN SMITH