In My Room

In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and stare at the wall
Thinking how lonesome I’ve grown
All alone
In my room
In my room
Where every night is the same
I play a dangerous game
I keep pretending she’s late
And I sit
And I wait
Over there is the picture we took when I made her my bride
Over there is the chair where I held her whenever she cried
Over there by the window the flowers she left
Have all died
In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and stare at the wall
Thinking how lonesome I’ve grown
All alone
In my room
All alone
In my room
All alone
In my room
All alone
All alone
In my room