Bride in this charade

I’m walking down the aisle to you but you already have a ring on your finger

Standing there willing to break a promise that was made to be kept

Now you keep nothing but us a secret

I’m walking down to the music of of cruel lies

A sound so horrifying and deadly, sadly familiar

While being the only thing keeping us alive though I feel like dying in his arms

All the benches are empty, just us within these walls in the cathedral of foolish behaviour

No one knows of this bond that was meant to be a short fun time

But became an affair with meaning as I fell into deeper feeling

A white gown is not what I wear since I don’t know what it means

To be pure and do what’s right, cause if I did I’d be walking to someone else

A veil covers up my face to hide the tears that I cry

About loving someone that is loved by someone else and wears that existence of her openly out

Without ever feeling it in his heart, that’s where I am, am I?

The one before me on this aisle is in my mind and in the cracks of my heart

See the scene, watch it closely, the more you see the less you know

The longer you stay the more you’ll feel

I’m his bride in this charade, when all I want is to be real to him

He’s the one that I want, not in a game but in reality

While he keeps me locked up within the walls of his rules ensuring I won’t ever be more than just his favourite toy

That he gets out whenever he’s bored of playing a grown up man with responsibilities

He reaches into the box of people he plays with, sees his bride and marries her

Forever bound to mean something to each other just not enough to be with each other