Red Dress

Brain so muddied why am I on trial Where do I stand what am I fighting for My stomach is coming up only bile Feeling used I am humanities whore Where do I stand what am I fighting for Two days on this verse and still no progress Feeling used I am humanities whore How am I looking in my new red dress Two days on this verse and still no progress The world is looking small from my window How am I looking in my new red dress I must look the part you reap what you sew The world is looking small from my window My stomach is coming up only bile I must look the part you reap what you sew Brain so muddied Why am I on trial