This Letter
Will 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 travelled
Is taking you home.
I could write a thousand stories
And never write one word.
As my head is spinning over
Let me go too far
It doesn't seem to matter
Any more
The road less travelled
Is taking me home.
And if you want me to hold you, I won't...
The road less travelled
Is taking you home.
And with every word I swallow
We feel so insecure
As we wait another second
As I wish 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.
And I let this go too far.
Oh it's over.
And I'm not letting you go.
And I can't let you go away.