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