I use to pray to my mom every night, now I forget what she sounds like.

I might be lonely, but I have some friends taunting my shadows.

Calling someone stupid for them not knowing something is wrong, you had to learn it from somewhere, idiot.

He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark.

You know who you belong to, Jack?”
“Yeah.”
“Yourself.”
He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.

I feel like a mother who has a child who is well-behaved and you'd love to give him a shiny new bike for Christmas, but you can't afford it, so you just have to say no.