In My Room

Prieto Pockriss Vance

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