How foolish I was for believing that the way you dressed could decide who your closest friends were.
How foolish I was for believing that a flip of the hair could boost your chance with the one you'd want to spend the rest of your life with. And who, didn't even know yet.
How foolish I was for choosing a 'happy' ending over my one, true, friend... Why didn't I go with her? Hadn't she suffered from loneliness long enough?
How foolish I was for getting jealous, and dumping a house on her sister.
How foolish I was for thinking she'd ever forgive me...
How foolish I was for letting her die before my eyes.
How foolish I was to mourn over a loss that I had created..."
~ Glinda the Fool