Private Little Hell

You're driving down the road

When something had to blow

The car is filled with smoke

It calls on you to grow

But it makes you want to throw up

To have to feel this bad

Now you know what you want

You want what you had

Make it break in

Make it break in

But you can't have that

You can't go back

Now all the things were sold

The ones that made you feel safe

And the people that you told

All moved away

Now you've got something to say

But no one there to tell

So you write it all down

In your little private hell

Your private little hell

Your private little hell

But you wanna be well

Make it break in

Make it break in

But you wanna be well

Find someone to tell

Make it break in

Make it break in