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...

Ah...
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, 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...

Ah...
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