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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 -