The Letter – Daniella Mason – letras

Words, being put onto paperThe things I couldn’t sayBecause your lips got in the wayHands, writing words on the paperWhere they now hold a penHeld you up and down againI may have spoke too soonBut God, I hope I haven’t written too lateI hope you haven’t moved on yetThat you know what I regretThat you understand that all this timeI’ve been prayin’ that you’ll findAnd believe the truth behindThe words that say it betterThat’s why I wrote this letterLost, can’t get to where I’m goin’I’ve never dealt with this beforeCause without you, I search no moreSpeak, please speakI know I’ll hear your callYour words cut like the sharpest knifeThey bury me and bring me lifeI know I spoke too soonBut you always said it’s never too lateYou said it’s never too late