Mismatched Love
Where I go, my past goes with me

In this life many mistakes I made
So many that even the account I lost
Hits, very few
But I lived.
I messed with my mom, I messed with my dad.
Where I go, my past goes with me
But it never opens its door
And my mother is already dead.
We walked side by side
Each of us with our own step
Now it’s too late
Memories remain
Nothing more. Just it.
I lie, as my mother used to say
Love also remained
Mismatched love
Love is love!
Even mismatched love
I just want to get it right
Useless
Today is present
Our history is already past.






