Again, the first time

I stood there again

Licking my wounds

(liking my wounds ?)

I dont learn the next time

Because there's no next time for me

Its always the first time

I dont want to be experienced

(i dont want to be old?)

You were there then

You weren't there

I believed you weren't there

(but you were there?)

I recognised it

The moment i impressed you

( i challenged you?)

It was good

You and me

Something that never could have lasted

( i felt secure?)

I told you a lot of times

You told me a lot of times

That we were soulmates.

( we were classmates?)

The usual waves crashed

Anger and avoidance

You left, I too got up

Time to move on

( i always knew?)

So there i stood again

On that same road,

Licking my wounds the third time.

( waiting for another first?)