It isn't right
It isn't right at all
This white dress
These solemn steps
They were supposed to be his
Forever his
And not this beast's
This beast that holds me captive
His slender blue fingers not letting me go
Will I be trapped in this eternal bond?
The sight of blond hair
Bobbing in the distance
Drawing ever closer
Gives me hope once more
I won't be forced to suffer
As the wife of this monster
He gives me the courage to step away
Free myself from his blue grip
Rise up to the ledge
And fly away
Don't worry though
I can fly