I had that silly dream in my head,
the white wedding dress.
I flipped through bridal magazines,
I dealt with all the stress.
Honeymoons were planned,
I hummed songs we could dance too,
i was gonna do it,
but why couldnt you?
I was gonna marry you
I was gonna be your wife,
I was promising you my forever love
I was promising you my life.
But when you called and played that song
confessing what you'd never feel,
I felt my world crashing down,
my life became surreal.
And then I sat, I pondered and planned,
I wait for the day,
when you realize that you loved me,
and take this pain away.
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