My father doesn’t walk me through the aisle,
While you wait in front of the deity.
Everybody looking at you and you are waiting for me to appear,
Anxiety running through your blood.
What if I show up and ask you to come?
Would you walk me towards our desires?
I standing alone would be the reason for you to stay?
Or will you adore me not by your eyes but through your soul?
But what if I ask you to leave me standing on the stage,
Would you respect me or would you walk away?