Staring at an old picture of you,
before i made you lose your spark,
wondering how i let you drown in the name of love,

I have the same dream every night
walking around Ely lane holding hands
i kiss your lips that December night
in front of my friends and the crowd goes wild
but i wake up every day and remember
that's not how it happened
no, that's not how it went

i let your hand go and left you in the cold
didn't love you properly and made you think it was your fault
( so you hated yourself )
wondering about what ifs now knowing it won't change the ending
but that doesn't stop me from dreaming of a different ending

couldn't be a better man for you so now I watch
as they put you in a white dress and lower you to the ground
and I promise to hate myself forever in this moment
for all the things i did to you but mostly for the things i didn't.