But a fool dressed in red She walked across town proudly And ventured out Where no one dared to tread They all warned her That there always was And will be Ever impending dread For what comes up Must come down O Fortuna, let me lie in my bed For I am but a fool dressed in red.
the voice in my head isn't mine and I don't like her very much sometimes she says things of value but most of the time she makes me hoard things that aren't good for me I'm afraid she's making making me sicker someday, maybe, I'll be louder than her