No Witness but the Moon

I learned to smile before anyone could see the hurt.
But you are sitting close, and the lamp is low,
There is nowhere left for a hard man to go.
So I will give you the truth I hide: I am scared of losing what I keep inside.
I need you to know me without the stage,
Without the Sunday soup and the practice rage.
When the room goes still and my brave words run,
You are the only one I can tell this to.
No witness but the moon, I tell you truth,