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