The jet plane has left without me...

... all my bags are packed (oh, how I wish it could be true)
I'm ready to go (Am I really?)
I'm standing here, outside MY door,
I hate to wake MY ROOMMATE up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breaking, it's DAMN early morn (after five hours of light sleep)
and HIS car is waiting he's ... (censored)
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry (well, that's correct, crying already).

I hate the end of academic year.
Harry Potter would understand.
Important events in my life usually take place on the 25th.

Errare humanum est

"It was a mistake."
you said that morning
and cut my heart without a knife.
"Mistakes bring bad luck, believe my warning...
How could you base your luck on errors?
I am not ready to have a wife..."
I took my breath and said with terror:
"If you must, leave me, say it's over...
But for the rest of your own life
remember four-leaf clover!"