paroles de chanson Confessional - Janet Devlin

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