sittin cool by the fire,
didn’t think you’d have the guts to knock on closed doors,
ain’t the grass greener on the other side?
tell me, have you come to confess?
confess all ya inner inhibitions
that you claim you don’t have,
that you stunt on,
that lead you here to come try and fix it with me.
tell me, have you come to confess?
rest your sins upon my breasts,
feasting on unspoiled supper,
dancing across the bones of broken,
tell me, have you come to confess,
to let go, to absolve yourself of demons,
thrown on others when it suits you.
tell me, do you want to be forgiven?
do you even know what the word means?
how it bleeds freedom
if you only asked for it?
tell me, when you look in the mirror
can you see past misdeeds unatoned for,
tell me, are you ready to confess your way to freedom?
to let them bare witness to who you really are?
tell me, are you ready to confess your way to freedom?
does the truth pulse savagely against your rib-cage,
dying to get out?
tell me beloved, are you ready to confess
[ Music Inspired: Needed Me | Rihanna ]