CelEst1A - Dead Woman In Her Late 30s Lyrics

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