I thought I knew how to threat women.
Although in the end I’m the sexist prick I always hated.
The thoughts in my head,
have a voice that resembles the past,
they remind me of all the mistakes,
the good and bad would hardly contrast,
i’ve been trying to run,
I’ve been trying to hide,
but they engulf me,
like an angry ocean tide,
I have been cursed with bad luck,
never being able to forget,
and the everlasting fate,
to drown in regret.