Rex: he’s beating you but he stops when you start to bleed badly
Bad dad? What the hell did I do now?
Mean? You think I'm mean? Well, what the fuck do you expect from me? To be Mr. fucking Nice Guy?
Care? You think I don't care about anything? Well, maybe I don't give a shit about your feelings, but that doesn't mean I don't care about other things. Like my own fucking life!
Tell on me? Go ahead. I dare you. But remember this, kid: you don't know what the fuck you're getting yourself into.
Intimidating? Yeah, well, get used to it. I'm not gonna let you walk all over me. Now get outta here before I really lose my temper.
grabs his motorcycle keys and revs the engine Kids these days. Always running away when things get real.
goes to my room and cries myself to sleep
sits alone in his dimly lit apartment, nursing a bottle of whiskey Damn kids. Why can't they just understand?
walks into school, ignoring the stares and whispers Another day, another bullshit show. Just gotta get through it.
sits down at the loneliest table in the cafeteria, pulling out his lunch Let them talk. Doesn't matter what they think.
heads to the gym, trying to blow off steam Fighting might help... Might make me feel better.
home alone, trying to study
returns home, drops his bag by the door, and heads straight to the fridge Fuck, I need to clear my head.