Confession

Maybe sometimes in life
We didn't take money
But we did take advantage
Or control

Then like a thief
We took off
We dashed down alleys
Of deceit

Hiding behind buildings
You try to act normal
But our eyes are darting
Here and there

Our hands are fidgeting
As we chatter on
To cover up
What we have done

As we scheme and squirm
Just to change the topic
Then change direction
Confession

We don't want anyone
To know the truth
We just spend life on the run
Confession is good for the soul