UnOpened (live)

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? Do you feel, do you care about me? Did you wait and love me all this time? I am here, would you come and find me? Does your writing guide me through this all? What if I read it and it is full of love? How can I face it if I am wrong? Do you feel, do you care about me? Did you wait and love me all this time? I am here, would you come and find me? Does your writing guide me through this all? Do you feel, do you care about me? I am here, would you come and find me? Do you feel, do you care about me? Did you wait and love me all this time? I am here, would you come and find me? Does your writing guide me through this all?