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...