I smile at Mel and glance at Val, "Saw your boy. Looks like he's took to self-harm. Shame. He always had a fairly decent face. And to think you're the one who caused it..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shrug, "Tell him that. Or better yet, move on. I'm sure that, after days of agonizing self-inflicted pain both mental and physical, he'll get over himself and realize he could find another wh*re somewhere."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly