My desolate room

In my desolate room

I sing a sad tune

Dreaming of what I would say.

 

Of how I would go

the pain I would show

Dreaming of how I could stay.

 

In the world that we know

the pain I would sew

Dreaming of how they would pray.

 

In my desolate room

I am a sad tune

Dreaming of how I strayed.