Never Give A Group of Pyromaniacs Fire and a Bag of Marshmallows

I should have told him everything I should have let him know I cared But now he’s gone; I blew my chance I wish I hadn’t been so scared Of what, exactly, I’m not sure Perhaps of how he would react Was I afraid of his rejection? It doesn’t matter now; he’s packed He’s gone away to Ireland And happy for him, that I am But, still, I wish that he had stayed If only for another day There should be time when he returns To let him know how my heart yearns But still, I’ll have to wait four weeks To see the boy that my heart seeks …And that really, really sucks