violent silence, wounded prideful ways   bruises, bloodshed, bitter hate      gather yourself and prepare to face   those that you love with your selfish ways      green wilted into brown and   you were here but you weren't around well   she tried to warn you but you didn't listen   when best friends turn into strangers   you shouldn't be surprised but you sure do blame her   for all the effort that you never made      [chorus]      gather your black confetti   here it comes, are you ready?   to sleep in the bed that you made for yourself   raise your glasses to the one   who tore right through the heart of   his beloved princess true      [chorus]