Once upon a time
That's how these stories start
There was a little boy
Who lost his little heart

He was too scared to tell her
Hoped that it would go away
For if he'd had the guts
He knew what she would say

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If I say "I don't know"
It doesn't mean it is so
If you say "I'm okay"
It doesn't mean
That this will just go away

Summers turned to winters
Things stuck the way they were
He was being patient
But she was still right there

So he rolled up his sleeves
And devised a cunning plan
But a nagging voice was whispering
What she would answer then

Chorus

In springtime he was ready
And told what was to tell
Though he felt he had the chances
Of a popsicle in hell

He's sitting in the dark now
Can't find a light to see
'cause if she had said anything
He knew what that would be

Chorus