My DNA is running out.I'm 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 then 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'm, you did.
I'm still the one.
