Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"Get off me," Freddie growled, trying to throw the other man off. He hated anyone hearing about his past and it was like reliving it all over again. How his father had left and how his mother had slept with anything with a dick. How he'd hidden from them all. Finally, how he'd never called his mother to let her know that he'd actually succeeded because what if she'd forgotten about him?

By the end of the song, he managed to push Sergievsky away with a hard shove and he moved to the far end of the couch, turning his face away. He didn't want the other man to see that there were angry tears in his eyes.