Little Matchgirl lyrics

Light a match, but the cold never stops hurting,
She`ll never stop yearning for something better.
She`ll never be sorry, they sure didn`t ever
Give a damn for poor little matchgirl.
Mr. Scatch is waiting, he pays her well.
She sells them her secrets and won`t ever tell.
Better than the cold, better than the cold.
Better vengence than pity and being alone.
How`s a girl s`posed to live?
There`s no business in matches.
How`s a girl s`posed to eat when bread isn`t free?
Though they look their noses down, they`re not better.
Though they look their noses down, they`re not better.
They want her to be, their object of pity.
They want her to die, so they can feel `sorry`.
They think that their `empathy` makes them better.
They only start caring once it doesn`t matter.
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