In My Room Dm In my room, way at the end of the hall C I sit and stare at the wall Bb A Dm Thinking how lonesome I've grown, all alone in my room Dm In my room, where very night is the same C I play a dangerous game Bb A Dm A I keep pretending she's late so I sit, and I wait Dm Over there is the picture we took when I made her my bride Over there is the chair where I held whenever she cried A D 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 lonely I've grown, all alone in my room Ending: Gm Eb Gm F Eb D by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com