Fool. Fools.

“You need a hero – a cure.”
A hero?
Well, I’m sorry, but I do not have one – all my heroes have died.
I’m sorry, but there is no cure to my foolishness.

Why must these voice echo?
Is it karma? But how could it be –
You were the one to hold me under.

But you believed it was okay, everything is under control –
How could you do this?
It’s sickening to watch while you make yourself sick.

But this story will live on,
I’ll continue to speak to open ears of what was and what may always be.
Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll tell it from end to beginning –
Everyone wants a happy ending.