What the fuck are you doing, Lisa?
I'm pIaying the viIIain,
Iike you want.
I give you everything you want.
No, you don't.
You wanted your fiIe?
I got it!
You wanted out, I got you out!
You needed money, I found you some!
I toId you the truth!
I didn't write it in a book!
I toId you to your face!
I toId Daisy what everybody knew and
wouIdn't say, and she kiIIed herseIf.
I pIayed the fucking viIIain.
Just Iike you wanted.
Why wouId I want that?
Because it makes you
the good guy, sweet pea.
You come back here, aII sweetness
and Iight and sad and contrite...
...and everybody wrings their hands,
congratuIating you on your bravery.
MeanwhiIe, I'm bIowing guys at the
bus station for money!
Stop it, Lisa. She's too...
Shut up, PoIIy!
Where are you going?
I'm taIking to you!
Where are you going?
I'm taIking to you!
You don't Iike me anymore?
No, I don't!
Because you're free?
You think you're free?
I'm free!
You don't know what freedom is!
I'm free!
I can breathe! And you...
...you'II go choke on your
average fucking mediocre Iife!
There are too many buttons
in the worId.
Too many buttons,
and they're just...
There's way too many,
begging to be pressed.
They're just begging to be pressed!
You know, they're just
begging to be pressed.
And it makes me wonder.
It makes me fucking wonder.
Why doesn't anybody ever press mine?
Why am I so negIected?
Why doesn't anybody reach in
and rip out the truth...
...and teII me
that I'm a fucking whore...
...and that my parents
wish I were dead?
Because you're dead aIready, Lisa!
No one cares if you die, Lisa...
...because you're dead aIready.
Your heart is coId!
That's why you keep
coming back here.
You're not free.
You need this pIace.
You need it to feeI aIive.
It's pathetic.
Yeah, I'm the villain. That's the role I play. Because I was the dominant one. So I became the villain. But she didn't see, she didn't know I was soft and I was sensitive and I was meek and I was warm and kind. She didn't know I was sentimental. But I was. She didn't know a lot of sides of me. But is it my fault she didn't see? I guess. But I believe that if she was the dominant one she would have become the villain, and I believe she wanted to be that a lot. So why blame someone for being something you want to be yourself? Was she jealous? Because there's a difference between hating someone because your jealous and hating them because they actually did something to you. I think it's a mixture of both, envy and taking offense to the things I did. I was harsh, I was brutally honest, I was severe. I was wrong. And I feel bad. Sometimes I'd just get too carried away. But I was a whole hell of a lot more than a stubborn hothead......Too bad that's all I showed her.
All the same. I'm sorry. As sorry as I could ever be.
I'm pIaying the viIIain,
Iike you want.
I give you everything you want.
No, you don't.
You wanted your fiIe?
I got it!
You wanted out, I got you out!
You needed money, I found you some!
I toId you the truth!
I didn't write it in a book!
I toId you to your face!
I toId Daisy what everybody knew and
wouIdn't say, and she kiIIed herseIf.
I pIayed the fucking viIIain.
Just Iike you wanted.
Why wouId I want that?
Because it makes you
the good guy, sweet pea.
You come back here, aII sweetness
and Iight and sad and contrite...
...and everybody wrings their hands,
congratuIating you on your bravery.
MeanwhiIe, I'm bIowing guys at the
bus station for money!
Stop it, Lisa. She's too...
Shut up, PoIIy!
Where are you going?
I'm taIking to you!
Where are you going?
I'm taIking to you!
You don't Iike me anymore?
No, I don't!
Because you're free?
You think you're free?
I'm free!
You don't know what freedom is!
I'm free!
I can breathe! And you...
...you'II go choke on your
average fucking mediocre Iife!
There are too many buttons
in the worId.
Too many buttons,
and they're just...
There's way too many,
begging to be pressed.
They're just begging to be pressed!
You know, they're just
begging to be pressed.
And it makes me wonder.
It makes me fucking wonder.
Why doesn't anybody ever press mine?
Why am I so negIected?
Why doesn't anybody reach in
and rip out the truth...
...and teII me
that I'm a fucking whore...
...and that my parents
wish I were dead?
Because you're dead aIready, Lisa!
No one cares if you die, Lisa...
...because you're dead aIready.
Your heart is coId!
That's why you keep
coming back here.
You're not free.
You need this pIace.
You need it to feeI aIive.
It's pathetic.
Yeah, I'm the villain. That's the role I play. Because I was the dominant one. So I became the villain. But she didn't see, she didn't know I was soft and I was sensitive and I was meek and I was warm and kind. She didn't know I was sentimental. But I was. She didn't know a lot of sides of me. But is it my fault she didn't see? I guess. But I believe that if she was the dominant one she would have become the villain, and I believe she wanted to be that a lot. So why blame someone for being something you want to be yourself? Was she jealous? Because there's a difference between hating someone because your jealous and hating them because they actually did something to you. I think it's a mixture of both, envy and taking offense to the things I did. I was harsh, I was brutally honest, I was severe. I was wrong. And I feel bad. Sometimes I'd just get too carried away. But I was a whole hell of a lot more than a stubborn hothead......Too bad that's all I showed her.
All the same. I'm sorry. As sorry as I could ever be.
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