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...
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