Spoken by Irene:

Hell is when you lose the one you love
Like the winter is, for the flight of a dove
Hell is a pain that tears you apart
Endless rows with the one nearest your heart

Hell is the need for drugs you can't break
Or told your precious painting is only a fake
Hell is for the mother whose baby just died
When everything goes wrong, you just want to hide

Hell is for the blind that cannot see
What a hell of a life we make it to be