Private Hell in Alice In Chains

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

Lately I'm beside myself
Pretending unconcerned
Standing at a corner
Where I threw you on a turn
(I 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