- Me: I was born and I met you, and I have loved you to death. *gets sad*
- Me: My cold heart that has been dyed blue; even if you have left, I’m still here. *stares into the ceiling*
- *song went into reffrain*
- Me: I'M SINGING MY BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUU HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU HUEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS