All the world's a stage for me,
My life, a delicate act.
Pretending I have no problems,
I leave those in the dressing room each day.
Scene one, I put on my smile,
And pretend I'm beautifully care-free
Exit stage right, lock the dressing room door
And cry myself to sleep.
Scene two, whatever the audience wants,
I'm only here to amuse
Exit stage left, and lie down for the night
Staring at the ceiling, half-dead.
Scene three, pretend I love my life,
Dance and laugh and sing
Exit once more, one very last time,
And make my plans to die.