Joanne Shaw Taylor - Your Own Little Hell lyrics

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