Every year on her birthday, she would pick out a song which she would force me to sing at the top of my lungs with perverted lyrics. And she loved it. I tried to get in touch a few times, but she really wanted to be on her own.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

All you need is love.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.

Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.

Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.

I called to wish you an unhappy birthday because you're evil and you lie and if you should die I may feel slightly sad, but I won't cry.

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul...