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.
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