SOMEBODY ELSE

-Temple

: I love a stage,
But this isn't my story.
It must have been somebody else.

I was sitting in my bedroom
Waiting for the bathroom.
Someone said, "Come down and see."
He was looking right at me.

I saw people who knew me that I didn't know.
There was someone who hated me in the show.
We weren't gods; we were what was going on.
And I knew that I didn't belong.

I saw sheep drowning in chicken soup.
A fat man was running from an army group.
I was in a maze running loop the loop,
And I wondered why I was there.

: I love a stage,
But this isn't my story.
It must have been somebody else. But why do I think it was me, Lord?
Why do I think it was me?

You screamed things at me from the page.
A stuck-up prima donna who was half my age
Kicked me in the teeth and waved her nose in rage.
This wasn't a fair stage.
Oh what a bare stage!

Children kill each other for reasons I can't guess.
There's a girl with a doctorate in making a mess.
Each day I'm here, I like it less.
And nobody understands:
I'm a person, not a man.
And I still don't belong down here.

If you're sitting in your bedroom
Waiting for the bathroom
And someone says, "Come down and see,"
Before you go, look at me.
Laugh at me....

: I love a stage,
But this isn't my story.
It must have been somebody else.