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