In My Room

In my room Way at the end of the hall I sit and 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 is 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 where he held me whenever I cried Over there by the window the flowers he left Have all died 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.