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