Poker Face

There was a time I told you,

of all the things that ached inside;

the things I held so sacred,

to all the world I'd hide.

But they became your weapons,

and slowly I have learnt,

the less I say the better,

the lesser I'd be hurt.

Of all you've used against me,

the worst has been my words.

There are thinngs I'll never tell you,

and it is sad to think it so;

the more you come to know me,

the lesser you will know