The Play

If all the world's a stage
Then who am I performing for?
The 4th-dimensional beings are laughing at my life
Like I'm some sort of jester of their court
My joint pain is their delight
My nausea and vomiting make their night
They love it, they cheer and clap
Throw roses at me
The thorns of their praise always tend to scratch me

If all the worlds a stage
Then why am I an actress?
I don't remember ever seeing my name on a cast list
I didn't sign up for this
But somehow I'm comic relief
How is this funny? It hurts so bad
I'm in disbelief

If all the worlds a stage
Then why can't I break the fourth wall?
I want to acknowledge that this is a play
And hope that this isn't real when the curtain falls
I'll gut my fucking torso, tear my limbs away
Throw my organs out the windows
They have no use to me anyway

I'm not real

I'm tired of this body
Don't laugh, this isn't a joke
I need an understudy
Before I choke on my own spit again



Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Schoen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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