This Letter

As you swallow this confession
And leave me with this scar

As it takes another second
To let me go too far
It doesn't seem to matter, any more
The road less traveled
Is taking me home

I could write another letter
And never write one word

As it takes another second
To let me go too far
It doesn't seem to matter, any more
The road less traveled
Is taking me home

And if you want me to hold you
I won't

The Road less traveled
Is taking you home

As you swallow your confession
And leave this as it is

As it takes another second
For I wished I was dead

The letters you wrote me
The letters you wrote me
The letters you wrote me

I wished I was dead
I wished I was dead

This letter's gone too far
And I can't let you go.