Confessional - Janet Devlin
Ahh ahh ahh
There's a secret on the tip of my tongue
And it's burning the hole between my lungs
There's no grace for what I've done
But I must face what I've become
Hiding six feet under has always been my way
And though the honesty hurts
The lying was the worst
Can't take it to the grave
This is my confessional
Of things that I've buried low
This is my confessional
Please will you redeem my soul
Holy water on the tip of my tongue
There's so much sin for just 21
Hear my penance and all I've done
This self-destructive war I've won
I've come out of under to die another day
And though the honest hurts
The crying was worse
Now tell me I'll be saved
This is my confessional
Of things that I've 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
That high horse have a good view
My confessional
I confess
