Now as all the scars start to fade
I wonder will the memories made?
I liked that weekend, at the time
'cause I was happy and she was mine.
But now I regret it, for one big reason
and doing it again, would feel like treason
I held her hand, I tasted her lips
I put my arms around her hips
Yet now there's something I want more
Because the prettiest girl I ever saw
Isn't the one who's hand I was holding
but the one who's glare was most scolding.