He feels dead, but here he is
Fixing her dress, saying she looks fine
He wipes the tears, from her eyes
She looks beautiful, he insists.
Now this man wasn't very happy,
His crush (for 3 years) is getting married,
But there he is,
Walking her down the aisle.
He was the man,
who walked her down.
He was the priest,
who blessed their marriage.
He was the man,
who patted the groom on the back,
said, "Treat her well."
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
He feels dead, but here he is
Fixing her dress, saying she looks fine
He wipes the tears, from her eyes
She looks beautiful, he insists.
Now this man wasn't very happy,
His crush (for 3 years) is getting married,
But there he is,
Walking her down the aisle.
He was the man,
who walked her down.
He was the priest,
who blessed their marriage.
He was the man,
who patted the groom on the back,
said, "Treat her well."
He won't.
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