Really do not know is I think too much, or is this the truth? The choice of escape or face, the drop has been put down. Brave is coming to an end, you think I really don't understand. Think too much trouble is their own, perhaps a person hide not what to think is the best, quiet no trouble. Too much involved too much pull not clear, I not know what course to take. So back to their original and what will be, I just want to say we are friends. The poet's heart? Never expect too much, just want more good. Knew you are good to me, but there is always a time not so balanced. Only talk to myself. Can not speak, can not face.