In My Room - Marc and the Mambas

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

All alone

In my room

All alone

In my room

All alone

All alone

In my room