In My Room - Nancy Sinatra
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
And I sit and I wait
Over there is the picture
We took when he made me his bride
Over there is the charm way
He held me whenever I cried
Over there 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