Private Hell
Give away a love
And then remove another too
Painted words adorn the walls
Echoing untrue
(I feel cold)
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha
Promises abound
You rarely find it to begin
Maybe I’m afraid
To let you all the way in
(I guess so)
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha
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)
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha
Flowers on a cross remain
Mark an ending scene
Damn it all if blood you spill
Turn the grass more green
(Life is short)
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha
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