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