This day is going to be perfect.
The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small.
All those Armor loving bores, say I look great in uniform.
What they don't know is that I have fooled them all.
This day was going to be perfect.
The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small;
But instead of having cake, with all my friends to celebrate.
My wedding bells may never ring for me at all.
I care not a thing about the ring. I won't partake in any cake.
Vows,well I'll be lying when I say.
That through any kind of weather. I'll want us to be together.
The truth is I don't care for her at all.
No,I do not love the bride for my heart is dead inside;
But I still want her to be mine.
We must escape before it's too late;
Find a way to save the day. Hope? I'll be lying if I say,
"I don't fear that I may lose her, to 1 who wants to use her.
Not care for, love, and cherish her each day."
For I oh-so love the bride. Oh i