Private Hell

Give away a love and then remove another too

Painted words adorn the walls, echoing untrue

I feel cold

Promises abound, you rarely find it to begin

Maybe I'm afraid to let you all the way in

I guess so

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

Lately I'm beside myself, pretending unconcerned

Standing at a corner where I threw you on a turn

I'll move on

Flowers on a cross remain, marking an ending scene

Damn it all if blood you spill, turn the grass more green

Life is short

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell