The second first time

Ray made a point
It is a gift to give
Not to have
I can keep it clean
I can make it shine
The dream is to give it away
Even though it is mine

Oh how i wish
Raymond Zor said nothing more
But just like before
Ray made a point
He took what was mine
Then spoke of my trivial need
For a second first time
My wrong choice had a cost
Then he said
You can never regain what was lost

Ray hated me
I hated him
He was the perfect man
With whom I could sin
Even stories with Ray lie
So when i say
He took what was mine
That it wasn't fair
That he never cared
It is not what you think
But the clues are there
He neglected to say we could not return
When he took me to infinity
oh how I wish
I was talking about my virginity