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