I'm Sorry, I'm Busy
Your mother complains that she never sees you anymore.
At first, you try to explain
I had to work,
This paper is due at the end of the week,
I had to meet with my tutor,
She says you’re making up excuses,
You stop.
~you never liked explaining yourself anyway
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