As you swallow this confession
And leave me with this scar
As it takes another second
To let me go too far.
Does it 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.
Does it 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
I wish I was dead. The letters you wrote me
The letters you wrote me
The letters you wrote me
I wish I was dead.
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