JAM - Private Hell lyrics

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