Stage Life
If all the world's a stage
And the people merely players
As someone once said
Then how can we contain our rage
About being the products of and imagination
Where we'd be better off dead?
If all the world's a stage
And nothing is real
If this rings true
Then I don't know how I'd go on living
Thinking I was scripted, meant from the start
To, one day, fall in love with you
If all the world's a stage
And the people merely players
I cannot comprehend
How this can be predetermined
When each of us
Thinks he can win
If all the world's a stage
Just shoot me now
I would rather die gracefully
Than be controlled
If all the world's a stage
Bury me in the snow
I would rather not be scripted
I'll let my personality show
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