...My Heart Remains Why don't we escape, Make this the last poem in your book, I've been running too long, The hurt in my heart remains, If I could face the day I would, The blackness of the day, So what if I lied, There aren't that many posers left, Everyone does their best to be alone, When it's all turned to red, If the needles in your heart make it grey, There'll still be time to hate me, The sun's in the clouds for me. ...thoughts please...