In My Room

In my room

way at the end of the hall

I sit and I stare at the wall

each day is just like the last

for I live in the past

In my room

where every night is the same

I play a dangerous game

I keep pretending he's late

And I sit and I wait

Over there is the picture

we took when he made me his bride

Over there Is the chair were

he held me whenever I cried

Over there by the window

the flowers he left...

...I'm all right

In my room

Way at the end of the hall

I sit and I stare at the wall

hating how lonely I've grown

all alone

in my room...