confessional

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, break bones if you want to, that high horse have a good view?, i confess