My mama used to give me jobs to do,
Sometimes she'd even ask me little questions about you,
But recently I've noticed she does it less and less,
And finally one day she confessed:
She can't trust me anymore,
She's just like the rest,
If she finds me crying behind doors,
She says, " Well, I guess you did your best,
But I just can't trust you anymore."
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