It doesn't matter...
Who met you first...
Who did you love...
And whose were you...


It doesn't matter...
That someone touched you more.
That he made you laugh
more...That you lived with him
more...That you gave him more.


It doesn't matter...
That someone took you to the movies more...
That he bought you more flowers...
That he cooked you more...
That he knows more about you...


It doesn't matter...
That someone...
Once...
Has been more.
It won't be like that for long.


It matters...
Only...
Who will be...
Best...
And last.