Dead Woman In Her Late 30s

Too old for love, too young to die If I knew empathy, I'd cry She's been around, this butterfly Her dreams are gone, her life's a lie Too old for love, now that's a crime She used to have men stand in line Now look at her, drinking red wine She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night Her husband died 10 years ago That was an accident, for sure Never had kids, she's having fun Got people talking, they are done Another sip, another crime She fell asleep into divine Set the house on fire, get the car keys They're gonna think you found your peace I'm getting old, I'm gonna die Thank God for that; don't ask me why You stupid bitch, I can't deny My "wasted youth" is just a lie I never had the life of my dreams Just sleepless nights and ruined schemes Got no career, no goals, no friends We never truly stood a chance Too old for love, too young to die If I knew empathy, I'd cry She's been around, this butterfly Her dreams are gone, her life's a lie Too old for love, now that's a crime She used to have men stand in line Now look at her, drinking red wine She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night Too old for love, too young to die If I knew empathy, I'd cry She's been around, this butterfly Her dreams are gone, her life's a lie Too old for love, now that's a crime She used to have men stand in line Now look at her, drinking red wine She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night She's all alone on Sunday night