When your life has become a book,
That brings people to look deep into thoughts,
And it seems like everyone just has to look,
Tear the pages out; as if to rot,
And set fear in eyes of the readers,
Unless you wish not to behold their minds,
Stand back and don't be their teacher,
Let them read until they've reached the bind,
Soon they will become their own creature,
And the thoughts of your life will hide,
Stafford, Lies, Page 2
Meaning your life will be gone from the book,
I'll keep this close to my side,
Your life is secret and should be kept closed,
Your life is not a book to be composed.