Everybody has secrets, a special place where they alone can live their life,
Away from prying eyes, in a New World where they needn’t live in strife.
Well why can’t certain people just understand?
This place of secrets is not their land.
‘Curiousity killed the cat’, they say,
That never stopped him anyway,
Just took a peek into my life as if he were God,
Because that’s ok, I really don’t mind you arrogant sod.
And if that’s not enough to rattle my cage,
The bastard twisted what he saw and took it to stage.
So off trots little miss gossip queen with his façade of lies,
And this wasn’t the first time, this is the reprise.
I have nothing to be ashamed of; my pride can’t be bent,
But it is the principles of what he done; it’s about his intent.
See, the two-faced twat will be brown-nosing all day,
When really all he is doing is conjuring up more ways to betray.
Well screw that! You think I’m gonna waste my time anymore?
The Hell I will! I hope you fall flat faced on the floor.
Now is it too much to want to keep things to myself?
Not wanting my life showcased to the world on a shelf?
Which brings me back to my initial statement,
Everybody has secrets, a special place where they alone can live their life.