You're nothing again, son... Sit in the corner... You dunce, you fool... You idiot... You're nothing. And you'll never be anything again. You never meant anything to her or anyone before her... How could they ever love anyone like you... When there are so many men who are better than you, you're nothing but a child. A scared little child huddling in the dark with his little toys and his safety blanket and his heartache. You act like you know what pain is, but you don't. You're nothing but a poor player pretending. Maybe even dumb enough to think you're telling the truth. But you're just lying to yourself. Everyone laughs at you behind your back, you know... How could they not? You're pathetic and you're nothing. A living, breathing, walking empty shell. But breathing and moving doesn't make you a person. Because you're a perfect example of this, son. You're nothing at all, but you walk and you breathe and you bleed and you LIE. Because at the end of the day, you're not a person... You're not even an excuse for a person. You're a dunce, and that's all you'll ever be. Sit in the corner, boy. None of us want to see your face.