Paintball Gun Ari Gold

Dead boy's poem.

If you read this line, remember Not The Hand That
wrote it Remember only the look, songmaker's cry the one Without Tears For
've Given this strength STI and it have Become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
Where Being wanted Became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life
Teach me passion for I fear it's gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to Give to the ones who love me I'm sorry

Time will tell, this bitter farewell-
I live no more to shame me normal rules you
And
you ... I wish I did not feel for you anymore ...