Janet Devlin - Confessional

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 honest hurts
The lying was the worst
Can't take it to the grave

This is my confessional
The 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 the worst
Now tell me I'll be safe

This is my confessional
The 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

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