No.
You don't get to know where I've been all day.
You don't get to know where I've gone for the night.
You don't get to know how I feel or how I'm holding up, if ever you ask.
You don't get to know.
Because as far as I am concerned, you cut all right to know what's going on when you told me you don't care what goes on anymore.
So yeah.
It's none of your damn business.
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