Find myself picking up the pieces of me that you discarded
So, this is what they talk about when they say, 'broken hearted'
Thought I was a together kind of person, the type who had a handle
As fate would have it I'm exploding like a roman candle
And it's pretty in the sky
Such a beautiful way to die
But I want my sparkle back
Why does it always fade to black?
I thought that ignition meant the beginning of something
Really got me going and let me fizzle to nothing
You could've have anything you wanted from me, I'm a catch
I looked up to you so much, it's a shame you never noticed that
And it's pretty in the sky
So, this is what they talk about when they say, 'broken hearted'
Thought I was a together kind of person, the type who had a handle
As fate would have it I'm exploding like a roman candle
And it's pretty in the sky
Such a beautiful way to die
But I want my sparkle back
Why does it always fade to black?
I thought that ignition meant the beginning of something
Really got me going and let me fizzle to nothing
You could've have anything you wanted from me, I'm a catch
I looked up to you so much, it's a shame you never noticed that
And it's pretty in the sky
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