I leave the door open For you, at night I'm not afraid of the dark when You bring your light And I pretend it's you In the small things I see Although it never is, It doesn't hurt to believe I pretend you read These words I write Although that's expecting too much But just in case you might I want to ask you How you're doing How life is Atleast how the bit after is going Time really does fly And so for now, all this is Is a temporary goodbye
I'll write again soon You know I always do.
Letters to you, Letters from me. Unanswered yesterday, Today will be the same.