my lyric

“It’s bothering me too much.”

So I came home, took a shower, stretched, and then I went into my room to find my mother cleaning my desk, opening drawers and searching through everything.  She said that the mess bothered her so she had to clean it up, but I don’t understand how it bothers her, unless she comes into my room often, which I totally don’t understand as it is completely out of her way, and she has no reason to come into my sister and I’s room.  She was throwing everything away, everything that she deemed to be scrap paper, or useless.  She ended up throwing away my songs.  My amazing lyrics that I haven’t had time to put onto the computer yet because of my crazy summative time work.  They were originals.  Messy originals at that, amazing originals that nobody had ever seen before, nobody but me.  I don’t even remember what they were about, but I remember that I was rather proud of one of them.  Wow, way to kill all of my built up endorphins.