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 Mark 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
