My Mother Should Be Proud Of Me

On a Friday night in my bed
I sit alone in my stead
My friends are in a party
Thus my mother should be proud of me

I have not tasted the union of human bodies
When my friends make it a hobby
I just cleaned the pantry
Thus my mother should be proud of me

I do not know how it feels to be high
But let alone this,
I do not ever lie
Thus my mother should be proud of me

I take responsibility for everything
Even at times when I have nothing
But as hard as I try,
My mother can never be proud of me

I joined the top ten once
She appeared to have disgust
And so I began to tire
For I know she can never be proud of me

She hits me with harsh words
Leaving me no cure
There is no other choice here-
But to endure.