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 look 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 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 stare at the wall
Hating our lonely I've grown
All alone, in my room

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
I sit and stare at the wall
Hating our lonely I've grown
All alone
In my room.
