Prying Eyes

Cruel Hand

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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.