Private Hell

Give away your love and then remove another tomb 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 amuse myself In my very own private hell