In My Room Songtext
von Nancy Sinatra

In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and stare at the wall
Each day is just like the last
For I live in the past


In my room
Where every night is the same
I play a dangerous game
I keep pretending he is late
And I sit and I wait

Over there is the picture we took when he made me his bride
Over there is the chair where he held me whenever I cried
Over there by the window the flowers he left
Have all died

In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and I stare at the wall
Hating how lonely I′ve grown
All alone in my room.