Give away a love
And then remove another too
Painted words adorn the walls
Echoing untrue
I feel cold...uh huh

Promises abound
You rarely find it to begin
Maybe I'm afraid to let you
All the way in
I guess so...uh huh

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 on a corner
Where I threw you on a turn
I'll move on...uh huh

Flowers on a cross remain
Mark an ending scene
Damn it all, if blood you spill
Turn the grass more green
Life is short...uh huh

I excuse myself
I'm used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private Hell