You tell me you regret her, that you wished I was your first,
I look at you with disdain because you know the mistakes I've made.

I wonder, Will you say to the next one, "I wish you were my first."
It seems to me quite strange because you once loved her like you did I,

But Ill tell you this, I will not regret you, I will not tell them I'd wished you were they, Because although we loved and lost, all that matters is the first.