She walked down the
aisle with all eyes
on her and she glowed
Someone chose her above all other
women they had known
I can only wonder what it
must be like to be
so perfect in a lover's eyes
The only one they see
Well, its never been me the chosen one, its never been me
If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly
I have never had a symbol, a vow or declaration
Instead I seem to inspire practical consideration
Its difficult to say just what it is I think Ive missed
Its only one day in a white dress with a guest list
But, its never been me the chosen one, its never been me
If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly
Its in every picture
His eyes intently fixed on her and it plays on my need to be anything
to anyone
Everybody sees me
as a solitary entity, but I long to be important
to somebody
Its a love of fairy tales that drives this guilty wish
To walk serenely in front of family to collect my kiss
And though this notion is as flawed as any, I have learned
Id like to think that, like the others, it's something I deserve
But, its never been me the chosen one, its never been me
If ever I see a chosen one I feel ugly
Oh if ever I be the chosen one, if ever I be
The summer breeze is inconstant, I'm ever so lonely
Will ever I be a chosen one?
Will ever I be?
