this is a subject there's no class for.

I may be a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them. You nipped that in the bud with the therapist, remember? You think I lie to everyone... but I only lie to you. Because you're never satisfied. You're just like your own mother, you know. You care about appearances and what total strangers think.

But all I could do was close my eyes, and cross my arms and hope to die. 'Cause you don't fucking listen when I'm around. The least you could do is take it back, all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks. 'Cause I can't fucking stand it when you're Around.