She dragged me to following her to the old folks' home.
I feel some sort of, charitable? (in a way or another)
Mum pours cold water all the time about me never working hard.
Dressed okay today; smart casual, as always.
Ate corn pie. Goodness. Yummy.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow;
This nervousness is taking over me and I have no intentions on coming home with a smile on my face tomorrow.
Sucha nervous wreck now I am.
Mum was like bugging me to let her tag along.
Puhleese, like no way.
I'm not gonna let her see me cry, be it happy or sad.
All the luck in the world please.