In my Room
In my roomWe're at the end of the harmI sit and stare at the wallEach day's just like the lastFor I lived in the past
In my roomWhere every night is the sameI play a dangerous gameI keep pretending he's lateAnd I sit and I wait
All the day is the pictureWe took when he made me his brideAll the day is the chair wayHe held me whenever I criedAll the day by the windowThe flowers he left......I won't die!
In my roomWe're at the end of the harmI sit at I stare at the wallHating how lonely I've grownedAll aloneIn my room...