Rain drops fall on the windowsill
And the roses dead and gone, lost appeal
And she paints her lips black
For the first time in forever
Was it the way you sway your hips to the beat
Or the way he says you'll never be complete
Without a sense of love in a heart
So dead and gone it would only falter to waste
Broken beyond repair, strike the match dear
What kind of life have you broken
Beyond repair, strike the match dear
What kind of life have you known
There's only so much sympathy
That you can abuse, misconstrued as a wounded soul
And I know you love him, it doesn't make sense
Was it the way you sway your hips to the beat
Or the way he says you'll never be complete
Without a sense of love in a heart
So dead and gone it would only falter to waste
Broken beyond repair, strike the match dear
What kind of life have you broken
Beyond repair, strike the match dear
What kind of life have you known
What kind of life have you known, darling
What kind of life have you known, darling
Broken beyond repair, strike the match dear
What kind of life have you broken
Beyond repair, strike the match dear
What kind of life have you known