Private Hell — The Jam
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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
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