private hell

• "sözlerini de yazalım tam olsun"
  
  give away a love
  and then remove another too
  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 on a corner
  where i threw you on a turn
  (i'll 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