He still thinks a lot,
About things he better not,
For they trouble him,
And trouble him a lot.
He thinks about her,
And nobody but her,
But he's not sure,
Its love or allure.
For he sometimes thought
That its a long shot,
Sometimes he didn't care,
And the rest he didn't dare.
Actually he was afraid,
And always has been,
Of what she might think,
Sad face or a wink?
The truth dawns now,
He should've asked her out,
Had he done that,
He wouldn't be in doubt.
He still thinks a lot,
Of doing all he did not,
For it all troubles him,
And troubles him a lot.