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She told me to stand here and wait. 

That love is one its way.

So I stand in front of this mirror on my wedding day. 

I am done up all dressed in black, and someone asks me if I am going to a funeral.

Why yes I am.

I'm laying to death all of the pain of false love in the past. 

Today I am not only a bride but a widow. 

Every tear from my right eye is for the right guy who has come now.

And every tear from my left eye is for the wrong guy who chose to make my love brittle. 

This is the last day you will be mourned.

This is the last day you will even be thought about.

I laid all your memories in a grave.

As I prepared to be given away. 

In the morning life as I know it will be over.

              I would have changed in to something that suits me more

Brand new nothing of my life before.

This is also the death of me.

Tomorrow I awake the women that I was meant to be.

I was meant to love, meant to give, meant to live. 

My problem has been giving to all the wrong men.

Today I lay it all to rest,Today I give the right man my best.

 She told me to stand here and wait.That love is on its way.

And I listen to her words because she as always been right.

Even when she told me I would wear black on my wedding day