Interpret:

Nancy Sinatra

Album:

Boots

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...