I keep asking myself why I got invited to your wedding.
Did you wanted to make me feel hurt?
I’m standing here all alone
and I’m hiding from the crowd.
I have to hide my feelings for you so I put on a mask,
even though I prefer to cry in the back.
Tears are falling down my cheeks,
my heels are hurting my feet.
I just don’t want to be here,
but you invited me to your wedding.
You are walking down the aisle,
your eyes are on your bride,
but my eyes are on you.
You put your ring on her hand,
she puts her ring on your hand.
I’m too late..
People are crying happy tears,
I’m dying inside.