They say that life's a stage and we are only players
Wish I knew who'd written my part.
Cause when the curtain falls and we all take our curtain calls
I'm the one with the broken heart.
Guess it had to be someone
What's the stage without a little tragedy?
Guess it had to be someone
But oh, it seems the someone's always me!
CHORUS: Hey, hey Mr. Playwright,
These roles are killing me yet
Have pity on a broken-hearted player
If you can hear me, please heed this request
Don't want to land the hero, don't want the leading role
Don't want the lights or the fans, no.
Next time you write me in, remember
I want to play the Tinman.
They say we all will get our entrances and exits
When's my turn, I'd like to know?
Cause when it's finally time for someone to be exiting
I've always got the line of, “Please, please don't go.
