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, anymore
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, anymore
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 letters gone too far
And I can't let you go.