Poker Face There was a time I told you, Of all 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 that is said the better, The lesser I'll be hurt. Of all you've against me, The worse has been my words. There are things I'll never tell you, And it is as to think it so; The more you come to know me - The lesser you will know.
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