private hell

• the jam şarkısıdır aynı zamanda.
  
  closer than close - you see yourself -
  a mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
  as each day goes by - a little more -
  you can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
  the fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
  your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
  is still there but unrecognizable -
  private hell.
  
  the man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
  and seldom in - working late as usual.
  your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
  the bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
  close your eyes and think of nothing but -
  private hell.
  
  think of emma - wonder what she's doing -
  her husband terry - and your grandchildren.
  think of edward - who's still at college -
  you send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
  'cause he don't care,
  they don't care.
  'cause they're all going through their own - private hell.
  
  the morning slips away - in a valium haze,
  and catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
  in the afternoon - the weekly food,
  is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
  
  the shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
  to a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
  a victim of your misery - and private hell
  
  alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
  you see it smash - inside you crack -
  you can't go on - but you sweep it up -
  
  safe at last inside your private hell.
  sanity at last inside your private hell.