Which is all very well
But trying to be there for all of them
Becomes a little bit of hell
My mom and dad, my family
Friends and lovers too
I want to get to be with them
But it starts to feel like glue
I even started a diary
To try and keep some track
Of where to be and when to be
Without an asthma attack
So I scheduled in some meeting times
But it’s starting to look crazy
It’s taking me much longer now
It’s all spaghetti bolognaisey
Of course, I recognise the compliment
I shouldn’t be so vain
They love me and my energy
But it’s driving me insane!
Work and study, gym and book
My time is not my own
"Oh do shut up," I hear you cry
"We hate to hear you moan"
So what I’ll do without delay
Is zone them in some time
A half hour in my diary
And they must get in line
And if they really love me, they will know
I love them back in spades
It’s not as if I charge them money
It’s time I have to trade!
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