Mumma in my drama

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Image: Jon Flobrant/ Unsplash


Had a rough day
Took the wrong way
Been thrashed by my boss
I made a huge loss
Empty belly fights hunger's attack
Eating all the traffic while going back
I come home with a headache
It's quarter past eight
Throwing my office at the door
Her face makes me say this more and more

Mumma...
My dear dear mumma
Thanks for always being a part of my drama
Your food has an aroma
That hushes my turbulent traumas
Your hands on my head when sway
Gives me strength to fight my days
Your beautiful face
Makes this world a better place

Mumma...
Thanks for being part of my drama

Had a bad break up
I feel so stuck up
I never listen when u say
"Honey dont just blindly cave"
I am driving back my mom's way
To hear her say,"its gonna be okay"
I come home with a headache
Its quarter past eight
Throwing my bad relation at the door
Her face makes me say this more and more

Mumma...
My dear dear mumma
Thanks for being a part of my drama
Your food has an aroma
That hushes my turbulent traumas
Your hands on my head when sway
Gives me the strength to fight my days
Your beautiful face
Makes this world a better place

Mumma..
Thanks for being a part of my drama..

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