Lyrics:
In my roomwe're at the end of the harmI sit and stare at the walleach day's just like the lastfor I lived in the pastIn my roomwhere every night is the sameI play a dangerous gameI keep pretending he's lateAnd I sit and I waitAll the day is the picturewe took when he made me his brideAll the day is the charm wayhe held me whenever I criedAll the day by the windowthe flowers he left......I won't die!In my roomwe're at the end of the harmI sit at I stare at the wallhating how lonely I've grownedall alonein my room...