Veljanov In My Room
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 every night is the same
I play a dangerous game
I keep pretending she's late
And 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 her
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 lonesome I've grown
All alone
In my room
