The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

It’s all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won’t let anyone else do it. That’s when you get your back up and show loyalty.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death