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