Confessional - Janet Devlin

There’s a secret on the tip of my tongue

And it’s burning a hole 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 honesty hurts

The lying was worse

Can’t take it 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 tongue

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 honesty hurts

But 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)

That high horse have a good view?

(my confessional)

I confess