Woorden: Cruel Hand. Prying Eyes. Prying Eyes.

Life on display. Get out of my face. You want to know my every step and where I've been but it's not your place. Where I rest my head, who's my foe, who's my friend. If you see me keeping distance it's because you don't mind your business. I can't escape the prying eyes of the bored who I hate. You can't relate, don't bother asking, and just be on your way.