Fade - Etherwood VIP

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?



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Writer(s): Rachel Moulden, James Edward Jacob
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