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

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