Confessional

There's a secret on the tip of my toungue

And it's burning the whole between my lungs

There's no grace for what I have done

But I must face what I've become

Hiding six feet under has always been my way

And though the honestly hurts the lying was worse

Can't take this to the grave

This is my confessional

Of things that I have buried low

This is my confessional

Please will you redeem my soul

Holy water on the tip of my toungue

There's so much sin for just 21

Hear my penance and all I have done

This self destructive war I've won

I've come out from under

To die another day

And though the honestly hurts

The crying was worse

Now tell me I'll be saved

This is my confessional

Of things that I have buried low

This is my confessional

Please will you redeem my soul

Throw stones if you want to

(My confessional)

Break bones if you want to

(My confessional)

The high horse of a good view

(My confessional)

I confess