Not wanting to be there,not wanting to
hold flowers in my hand.
I wanted to be in her place to marry her man
to be his bride.
I wanted to be in his arms to be called his
wife.
I wanted her to be gone,I wanted her to
disappear so I can take her place.
I wanted to be in his bed to cuddle and say night
I feel jealous oh what do I do?
Wanting to hate her,wanting to hide her in the closet
so I can be his bride.
I want to drown her,I want her dead to take her man
Oh Lord why do I feel this way she is my friend?
Would he love me as he loves her,would he desire
my soul as he did hers?
Would he hate me for life or would he love me forever
and a day?
Do I dare push her over the edge,maybe I could marry
them both to cherish the desire I have deep within.
I am not of Satan I dare not do,I am with thy Lord
in Heaven.
She is my best friend for I not deny our friendship
for hunger of a man.
My Best Friends Wedding
