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.