I Have A Confession To Make Song Novels & Stories

The only person I had told us was Liam but he had told her instead, he gave my song to her. He knows that song is filled with my experience, that song contains every part of me including the love I had for him which was also the reason I had shown him but I am an idiot! A big fool for trusting the wrong people! I wanted to slap my face so hard! But I knew I couldn't. I swallowed hard, then thinking they might have just used some part, I opened my phone again, searched for the song, and then played it. “Crunching feelings…

I jumped from the window to the road and went to Chris' house. I called but he didn't pick. So, I knocked on the door. He opened the door and I quickly went in. I didn't make eye contact and said. "I have decided something". "What?" He inquired. " I am gonna treat your disorder. You will be completely in your true self and I will be a werewolf again and we will have a perfect relationship. How's that?" I turned to face him and showed some excitement by touching his cheek. But the next moment was a nightmare for me.

Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs I'm just a singer who already blew his shot I get along with old timers 'Cause my name's a reminder of a pop song people forgot And I can't keep a girl, no 'Cause as soon as the sun comes up I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse But the truth is I can't open up Now you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck

A different song came out, making him to sing along. Her wavy hair bounced as she rocked her head back then forth, rocking every time the drummer drummed. The way how William’s voice overpowered the vocalist, and the way he controlled his vocals made it sound wonderful. She listened intently onto the lyrics then smiled. “What’s it called?” Valentine questioned, completely curious. “It’s called Make You Mine by PUBLIC,” he answered as he lowered down the volume, “Valentine, I’ve got a confession to make.” “Hm? What is it?”

I couldn't go for confession this time Only God would hear me Only he would understand But what if he didn't?

I staggered to them, and grabbed the mic. “Move over, let the slut have a turn,” I bumped someone away. “Now, what to sing.” I thought for a moment, and I thought of the bastard who raped me and I thought of what Zack said. Suddenly, the song came to me. “Put on ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ by T Swift!” I shouted into the mic. Someone obliged me, and the words started to flash on the screen: “I don’t like your little games I don’t like your tilted stage

"Don't mention it." I climbed into the truck. Remi hopped in. The metal doors creaked as they shut. The radio started as the engine roared to life. The song on the radio played "Hey There Delilah". My cheeks burned red. I didn't dare change it or he might pick up on my discomfort. He might know what I was thinking. I kept my eyes on the road. The radio switched from song to song. Each one seemed to make me squirm even more. So many of them were about confessing their love. Why couldn't I get a sad song or one about drugs or anything else right now?

Grayson began to sing in a low, warm voice. Then the chorus came, his voice slightly trembling but sincere. Kimmy looked at him, her eyes slowly filling with tears. Every word struck straight into her chest. The song wasn’t just a song — it was a confession, a pure feeling that Grayson had kept for someone who wasn’t truly her. A single tear finally rolled down her cheek. Kimmy quickly wiped it away, but Grayson had already noticed. “Baby, what’s wrong? Was I off-key?” Grayson joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Hunter had actually slipped in a CD and the humm of the intro had began playing. __🎶Firstly I gotta say the truth Everything seems impossible Yes it is actually impossible But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__ The song was highly unfamiliar, I couldn't even pin the voice to someone. So I was gullibly listening to whatever mantra the lady behind the scene was chanting. __🎶Secondly I cannot believe in you You've hurt me not one not two I'm still gonna play it like its cool But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__

Another is jotting something down on a legal pad, pen scratching softly, traitorously loud. I immediately regret everything. Why did I bring this song? Why did I think it was a good idea to let them hear something that feels more like a confession than a track? I warned myself on the drive here—don’t flinch, don’t apologize, don’t explain it away before they even hear it—and yet here I am, rehearsing excuses in my head. It’s too simple, they’re going to say. Too stripped down. Too quiet. Too honest. I glance down at the guitar, thumb brushing the worn edge of the pickguard. Gio had sat on the couch the night I finished it, pretending to read while I worked out the bridge. He hadn’t said a wo