May 2018
There's a note underneath your front door
That I wrote twenty years ago
Yellow paper and a faded picture
And a secret, in an envelope
There's no reasons
No excuses
There's no secondhand alibis
Just some black ink, on some blue lines
And a shadow, you won't recognize
And if it means I'll be waiting twenty years
And twenty more
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note, underneath my door
And your note underneath my door
That I wrote twenty years ago
Yellow paper and a faded picture
And a secret, in an envelope
There's no reasons
No excuses
There's no secondhand alibis
Just some black ink, on some blue lines
And a shadow, you won't recognize
And if it means I'll be waiting twenty years
And twenty more
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note, underneath my door
And your note underneath my door
To the man of my dreams,
It has been more than a decade and you probably have no idea that I have been waiting for you. Our paths may not cross but I will continue to wait even if it means that I have to wait until my next life. For now, I cannot really do anything but pray and hope that I am right. That you and I are meant for each other.
It has been more than a decade and you probably have no idea that I have been waiting for you. Our paths may not cross but I will continue to wait even if it means that I have to wait until my next life. For now, I cannot really do anything but pray and hope that I am right. That you and I are meant for each other.
