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 it handled
As fate would have it I'm exploding like a roman candle, oh,

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?

We never said goodbye, at least you don’t get to see me cry, cry, cry
At least you don’t get to see me cry, cry, cry, cry, cry