Dreams of her

She'll be gone again by now,
I feel like such a fool.
I let her get away,
what else could I do?

I knew she'd be gone by now,
knew I had to tell her what I knew.
Knew she'd get away again,
knew what I had to do.

I should've told her how I felt,
I knew exactly what to say.
Should've told her then,
before it was too late.

Then she would have know how I felt,
what I always wanted to say.
But now it's too late,
because the girl that I love,
has once again, gone away.
And my dreams of her,
are no longer comforting.