I don't want to deal with this
All these questions and this prying
Torrents of words which demand answers I'm not ready to part with yet
Your voice amplified in my head a hundred times
And your phrasing repeated a thousand times over
The concept of 'not your business' is obviously alien
To people like you, who know everything about everyone
You can't stand that I'm an enigma to you
But you will have to, for a while longer at least
Because,
I don't want to deal with this
I don't want to deal with you