The Closed Book

The Closed Book

I don’t say much, I never did

there’s strength in knowing what to rid

Let others talk and bare their soul

I keep my hand, I play it whole

They fish for thoughts, I give them none

just nod and watch the tale they spun

I’ve learned to smile, I’ve learned to stall

no point in showing cards at all

You want the truth? Then wait your turn

some things you ask, you wouldn’t learn

I’ve seen what happens when words roam

so I keep mine and bring them home

Not cold, not cruel, just built this way

some games are won by what you don’t say

Let others bleed to prove they care

I hold my peace and leave it there

I’ve got my ways, I’ve made my path

don’t need applause, don’t need your wrath

A closed book’s quiet, tight and neat

no mess to clean, no hearts to beat

And if you guess, then let you guess

I’ll shrug it off and leave the mess

Say nowt, mean more — that’s how I live

I take far less than what I give