Oops, My Bad. Part 2

New pet projects… oops. Part 2.
smirk, satisfied with my bravery.
They weren’t there then, what’s the point now?
I did it then, I’m stronger now.
My smirk soon transforms into a smile.
There was a time I held onto that belief.
Singing songs of myself, does not ease the pain.

Scientist Drama

I hope someone builds up a functional time machine.
My physics is poor, but biology is no less.
Ever since maths got more alphabets than numbers,
And biology’s got a lot to do with chemistry and energy.
I hope someone builds up a functional time machine.
So I go tell Mendel that he needs to man up,