There's a pretty young girl in a beautiful dress looking so divine.
Her hair and makeup took hours but for her it was little time.
The pretty young girl in the beautiful dress charges down the aisle.
You can tell by her face she knows her mistake but she's stuck.
Poor little girl in white, Poor little girl in white.
There's a pretty young woman standing accross from her fate.
He's a man in a suit and she knows that she's left it too late.
The pretty young girl closes her eyes and dreams.
She wishes she'd been brave enough to leave.
Poor little girl in white, Poor little girl in white.
There's a strained young woman standing among her friends.
Smiling for a camera, inside she feels dead.
No body asked if she was right.
No one but she could save her from this night.
Poor little girl in white, Poor little girl in white.
There was a pretty girl but now she's just too tired.
Resigned to her life she doesn't even try to fight it.
She sits on the road and allows herself to cry.
The wind whistles in and kisses her cheeks dry.
Poor little girl's not right, Poor little girl's not right.
There's a empty shell in a beautiful dress looking like she tried.
But she can't escape her tracks or cover up the fact that she's losing inside.
She closes her eyes and dreams.
She wishes she was brave enough to leave.