Another misspelled rhyme written in the book of time.
In one page I´ve spent all my life. Ink ain´t even dry, I´ve
been living in a lie? How could I trust in someone of your kind?
And I got today another letter in the mail. I can´t
read it here, not today. And when years go by the unopened letter meets
my eye. I'm older and wiser, but still afraid.
What if I read it and it is -full of love. How can I face
it if I am wrong?
Chorus:
Do you feel?
Do you care about me? Did you wait and love all this time?
I am here,
would you come and find me. Does your writing guide me thru this all?
What if I´ll read it and it is - full of love. What
if you´ll tell me that I am wrong?
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