Give away a love 
And then remove another too
Painted words adorn the walls Echoing [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]