Confessional Booth
I've Never been to church
I wash away my sins by what I write in a verse
I don't need therapy or professional views
I talk to my pen and turn my pad into my confessional booth
Without judgement can I confess the sins of my soul?
Am I as strong as I think when Depression's in control?
I've played girls and broke hearts when they deserved more
But how can I provide them that when I don't realize I'm worth more?
I know why the World rested on my shoulders, so it could cry without being judged
I'd let it talk to me without its Mouth being shushed
I was struggling to hold it up and the world told me to write my pain away
The world told me it was shocked that i didn't back down from any Fight that came my way
Was stuck in the storm, but I was tough enough to brave it
I Won't shut up and take it
When there's not enough love I create it
I go further than most, you just touch the basics
I admit my flaws and write my mistakes
Instead of waiting for a new chapter to begin, I decided to write the page
If 50 Cent can survive 9 shots, I can survive a few scars
I'm past my old pain, I now have a new heart
I've Never been to church
I wash away my sins by what I write in a verse
I don't need therapy or professional views
I talk to my pen and turn my pad into my confessional booth
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