Down the aisle he followed,
Whispering to turn back,
He pulled at my hair,
Tore at my dress,
Constantly telling me it's not right,
Secretly I knew,
I knew that wasn't the man I loved,
I knew I gave my heart away long ago,
But I continued to the alter,
As though I had no choice;
When I got to the first step,
I was pulled back,
Maybe from the man on my shoulder,
Maybe from the man in my heart,
And away I ran,
With my in-laws wide eyed;
I'm sure his mother cheered,
I'm sure my mother cried,
But I don't love him,
Lord knows I tried.