Your Own Little Hell Lyrics

Joanne Shaw Taylor Your Own Little Hell

You let your heart get caught up in the game
What you gonna do now there's only you to blame
Can't go round, you have to go through
It's gonna hurt that's why they call it the blues

It's the other side of the tracks on the bad side of town
The music in the air makes a mournful sound
Your front door is down a deep dark well
And you're all by your lonesome
Living in your own little hell
In your own little hell
In your own little hell

Here comes the tears falling through the storm
Don't want to hear it even though you were warned
It's hot and cold you barely see the moon
You fight just to keep it even when love is doomed

It's the other side of the tracks on the bad side of town
The music in the air makes a mournful sound
Your front door is down a deep dark well
And you're all by your lonesome
Living in your own little hell
In your own little hell
In your own little hell