• Call upon the night bird to reveal her true intentions and lift the bride’s shadowy veil.
    To show him what was in her plans for his future, for what she had in store.
    For his love and his heart he gave her, in return for a few empty words that bore no true effort.
    To whisper in his ear, those words
    To say to him looking dead in his eyes, those lies.

    Call upon the white dove to shower love on his heart showing his true intentions.
    To show her life on the brightest side, he would love her until the end of his time.
    For her heart he gave his undying love and heart, to show her how much he thought they shouldn’t be apart.
    To tell her those words, so meaningful and true.
    To say from the bottom of his heart, the passionate truth.

    He thought she meant those words.
    He thought they were true.
    She ripped apart his love, into little pieces of paper that the wind blew.
    So far away they flew, he lost his passion.
    He lost his love.
    She laughed at him in his face.
    He hugged her at the waist.
    She gasped in surprise as he looked up at her,
    With teary eyes he laughed,
    “I knew you just couldn’t be true,
    You were to perfect for me,
    You never meant those words you always said to me,
    But out of it all, all the way till the bitter end
    If I could repeat our fake love
    I’d do it over and over again.”