Made of Stone

I keep my cards close to my vest
And hope nobody sees
The man I was or that I am
Or what I came to be.

I don’t make any contact
With my hands and never with my eyes.
I don’t tell the truth
Because I live inside my lies.

Don’t ask me my name

My age, or ask where I came from.
If you try I promise you
I’ll just play mute and dumb.

I ain’t worth your time

Or trouble; just leave me alone.
I ain’t a man, it’s God’s plain truth
My heart is made of stone.

Now turn around and walk away.

You don't want to place this bet.
'Cause If you do, I swear, little girl
You’ll curse the day we met.