Private Hell — Alice In Chains

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