M
asturbating every day,
A
s the sun goes up and down,
F
apping to god knows what,
I
've been in my room forever.
A
s I hear my mom walking up the stairs,
R
ight when she's at the door,
O
ut the window my magazines go,
O
ther drawers have other stuff thrown.
My mom walks in and I'm doing my homework at my desk