My best friend plays the organ

A sad and somber song

The crowd, all dressed in black,

Just trying to be strong

 

I straighten up my Windsor knot

And stare at my reflection

Try one last time to cover

Every little imperfection

 

I sneak a peak into the church

My freezing feet call me a fraud

The crowd begins to stand and cry

The Wedding March plays on

 

I close my eyes, take one deep breath,

And then I turn the corner

Slowly walking down the aisle

I pass by all the mourners

 

They didn’t want to be here

They didn’t want to come

They didn’t want to see us

Two becoming one

 

Me, in my suit and tie

Darkness as my bride

I’d say till death do us part

But I’ve already died inside