Audience

The stage was set again
 And I still didn't notice exactly what was going on there
 Did I hear you say something?
 Or was it another childish innuendo?
 I chose to be alone
 Now I can't complain
 I've been locked-out before
 But now your welcome mat has been pulled from beneath my feet
 Will I still be getting my turns?
 Now I know I should have made my move some time ago
 I chose to be alone
 Now I can't complain
 I'll just mope around for awhile
 Because it's all that I can do
 The hardest part of making my mistakes
 I always rub them in my face
 What have I done?
 I hope you'll never known
 Why would you care anyway?
 Do you still talk about me?
 I know it sounds so silly, but it means so much to me
 Do you still talk about me?
 Another face in your audience
 is what i hoped i'd never be!
 Will I still be getting my turns?
 Now I know I should have made my move some time ago
 I chose to be alone
 Now I can't complain