All  the  last  so  emotional  signs  that  he＇d  shown  us,  came  so  sudden  and  (so)  unpredictable.

I  had  loved  a  friend  without  knowing  the  backpains  of  his  mind,  of  his  mind.

Sure  we  stared  and  we  stared  as  the  bullets  came  hard  on  the  target.

I  think  I  lost  control.

I  was  seeing  a  friend  translating  love  into  violence.

I  think  he  longed  to  pull  the  (black)  wrong  side  out  of  his  soul,  and  his  mind,  yes  his  mind,  and  his  mind,  yes  his  mind.

He  tried  to  run,  flied  to  escape  from  the  sane  conversation.

Looked  as  if  he  kissed  her  but  he  bit.

I  grabbed  his  arm  to  hold  him  back  ,  but  I  missed  and  I  was  on  the  floor.

He  said:  ＂Don＇t  you  mess  with  daddy＇s  little  orphan.＂

Christian  dived  deeper  down,  bound  to  his  past  away  scarecrow.

Christian  dived  deeper  down,  bound  to  his  past  away  scarecrow