In My Room

In my room We're at the end of the harm I sit and stare at the wall Each day's just like the last For I lived 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 All the day is the picture We took when he made me his bride All the day is the charm way He held me whenever I cried All the day by the window The flowers he left... ...I won't die! In my room We're at the end of the harm I sit at I stare at the wall Hating how lonely I've growned All alone In my room... --- In My Room - Nancy Sinatra