CONFESSION
©c.gleason 2008
I've seen the flame
The one called desire
And I've reached out my hand
|And been burned by it's fire
I am ashamed, but I'm not a liar
I guess I must confesss that's how I'm made
I've been bitten
By forgidden fruit
I've seen knoweldge accomplish
What innocense couldn't do
I am to blame, it's no small truth
I guess I must confess that's how I'm made
MY HEART HAS BEEN POURED OUT
LIKE A FLOODED WATER SPOUT
CONFESSION FALLING ALL AROUND
LIKE CONFETTI ON THE GROUND
THERE WILL BE NO CELEBRATION
NO NEED FOR INVITATIONS
THAT WOULD LEAD ME TO TEMPTATION
AND I DON'T WANNA GO
IT AIN'T WISE FOR ME TO GO
I am a man
I cry and grieve
Over things that I don't understand
Or want to believe
I begged my soul
But it won't leave
I guess I'll just confess that's how I'm made
I CAN STILL REMEMBER LOVE
HOW IT MOVED ME SO MUCH
BUT I TWISTED IT IN SUCH A CARELESS WAY
IT'S PAINFUL NOW TO TOUCH
AND YOU JUST SAY YOUR CURIOUS
BUT DON'T SAY WHAT YOUR HURRY IS
IF I WAS MORE MYSTERIOUS
WOULD YOU HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS?
WOULD YOU HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS?
Like eveyone
All born in sin
Walking blind and doing time
Wishin' we was born again
We're all to blame
But we pretend
Oh, I guess that's just the waythat we've made
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