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 very night is the same

I play a dangerous game

I keep pretending she's late

So 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 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 lonely I've grown, all alone

In my room