20 Years (on my old account)

There's a note underneath your front door, that I wrote 20 years ago.
Yellow paper and a faded picture, and a secret, in an envelope.
There's no reasons, no excuses, no second hand alibis. Just some black ink, on some blue lines, and a shadow you won't recognise.
In the meantime, I'll be waiting for 20 years, and 20 more. I'll be praying for redemption, and your note underneath my door. And your note, underneath my door.