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