I'm writing to you from a cave on the bottom of the ocean floor

chained down by my stress and shackled by my fear,

i'm dreaming to pass time, i'm dreaming to see you

and i'm starting to forget the color of your eyes.

I've written you my letters, but kept them in a box,

for only my eyes to see, in fear of you knowing how I feel.

I know you don't want to talk to me, you live upon  the shore,

your feet dance free, not shackled to the floor.

This is letter number 15 from a boy with too many fears,

this is letter number 15, trapped in a box for ten thousand years