In my room
way at the end of the hall
I sit and I stare at the wall
each day is just like the last
for I live 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 I stare at the wall
hating how lonely I've grown
all alone
in my room...
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Thanks to (Jessica Adamson) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 22, 2008
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Thanks to (anonymous) for correcting these lyrics. Oct 1, 2009
Thanks to (Shirley) for correcting these lyrics. Oct 5, 2009
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In my room
way at the end of the hall
I sit and I stare at the wall
each day is just like the last
for I live in the past
In my room
where every night is the same
I play a dangerous game
I keep pretending he's late
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