There's a shoebox in my attic filled with words I couldn't say

Faded ink on yellowed paper from a different yesterday

To the boy who left this small town, chasing dreams in Tennessee

I wrote down those three small words, but they stayed at home with me

Letters I never sent, feelings I kept inside

Words locked within my heart, where they had to hide

Pages filled with truth stashed behind a door

All these letters I never sent, that's what regret is for

Daddy's been gone seven summers, left this world too soon

I wrote him 'bout the grandkids that he'll never get to know

How I still hear his truck rumbling down our old dirt road

But that letter's still unfinished, with nowhere to go

Letters I never sent, feelings I kept inside

Words locked within my heart, where they had to hide

Pages filled with truth stashed behind a door

All these letters I never sent, that's what regret is for

To my sister cross the country, we don't speak since mama died

Pride's a poison I've been drinking, wrote "I'm sorry" many times

But the distance keeps on growing with each year that passes by

These words can't heal what's broken while they're buried deep inside

Oh, sometimes I wonder where we'd be

If I'd found the courage just to speak

Would you have stayed? Would he have known?

Would she have come back home?

Letters I never sent, feelings I kept inside

Words locked within my heart, where they had to hide

Pages filled with truth stashed behind a door

Maybe it's time I finally send what these words were meant for