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 pastIn my room

Where every night is the same

I play a dangerous game

I keep pretending he's late

And I sit and I waitOver 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 diedIn 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