I'm not him, not the one you're longing for. So let go of me. I don't care if you're after a replacement, I don't fucking care. But you won't find what you want in me. I'm totally different and I'm not your doll.
Then why're you still here?
Not for you and that's all you need to know.
You know nothing.
You don't know how it feels to be accepted, only because you're something that's not what you see yourself as.
So I'm telling you this now.
I'll never be the one you're after.
Let me go.
I can never refrain you from leaving and you know that.
You're lying to yourself.
Are you afraid?
Of what?
That you're in love. With me.
That I'm in love with you too.
Shut up.
And that's just some kind of illusion, because you think I think you're him. Geez, kid.
Shut up!
You're the one to shut the hell up.
What do you think I am?
You're the one who know nothing.
I see you as you are.
You're Nero, the damn kid who's always a pain in the ass.
Who throw up tantrums worse than any women would ever to me.
The one who's not as good as me in bed but always fights hard to be top.
The one who gives me back rubs in showers and don't know how cute he looks.
The one who pick all the peppers out of his pizza.
The one who I can't get out of my mind for a minute.
The one I... I can't think of what else to say anymore. Damn, kid. Stop this non-sense now.
You're nothing like him.
And that shouldn't be the point in the first place.
Just... shut up.
Now what? Damn, after all this shit you're still...
I'm hungry. Get me something to eat.