I Have A Confession To Make Song Novels & Stories

🎶 And i have never had someone to call my own, I've been looking for a real one to hold on to 🎶 MARSHMELLO FT KHALID- SILENCE Oh shit Instinctively, without even turning around, my hand's shot up to cover my face, in case of any impending strikes on my body. Spilling my milkshake and dropping my food on the gravel that was damp with dew. "I'm sorry, the nurse told me I wasn't stable enough to stay at school so I went home, I'm so so s-sorry, please don't hit me" I whimpered in fear hoping he might have mercy since we were in public.

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again Can you tell me a secret? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? I know I should be angry But I can barely feel a fuckin' thing Can you tell me a secret? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? By the time I was reaching home it was already night time. It's been a year and I still haven't seen her.

I started with Beyonce -best thing I never had The was a time I thought That you did everything right No lies, no wrong. Boy I Must have been out of my mind.... ..... I saw the real you,...im so over you... As I was singing I looked into the crowds as I felt tears coming down my face, I Sang till the end of the song coz he really don't deserve my tears....I then sang a song by Kesha Cole -Trust and believe....i did shear some tear luckily I was sitting down...then it was down to my last one and stood up,they clapped after the Kesha Cole song now it's done to my last one....

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro

"I'd tell them about you... Show them pictures of you and let them know just how much you loved them that you died for them." "You'll be alone." "Yes." She nodded. "Why would you do that? All I ever did was hurt you." His heart skittered in his chest. "Because, Mayank... When I saw you lying on the floor in the music room bleeding to death and unconscious, I realized that I never told you how I really feel about you." She squeezed his hand gently. "Deep down." Vikrant's throat worked as he swallowed nervously. Would her confession make or break him? A part of him wanted to know but another part - the one that always shut people out as a defense mechanism against hurtful things - didn't want

at the top of our lungs, laughing our butts off. "Yeah, go best friend, fuck 'em like a ho best friend," we sang. After that, we moved on to the next song, chosen by Mac. "Dear God" by Kevin Gates played, and one line hit me hard. "Silly me, for trusting when I went the wrong way, love." "I used to talk to you all night until the phone hung up." "But I ignored those signs." "I was blind, full time." "I put it all on the hustle, now I'm out of my mind."

In the depths of my torment, the realization bloomed like a fragile flower – the only escape from this cycle of agony lay in my confession, a desperate gamble to end the torment and the unraveling of my resolve. As the blade poised for another excruciating incision, my voice, laden with a surrender borne from the depths of suffering, broke the tension-filled air. "Okay, I will confess," I whispered, a shattered admission that marked the end of my resistance. The pain that had once seemed insurmountable now paled in comparison to the weight of my decision, the surrender of my truth amidst a landscape of suffering.

“I’m yours! Ahhh—fuck, Nate, I’m yours!” The dirty words spilled from my lips without a second of hesitation. I didn't care about Derek. I didn't care about my marriage, my reputation, or the consequences waiting for me tomorrow. All that existed in the entire universe was the wall behind the bed frame violently crashing against the drywall and the wet, slapping sound of our skin colliding, and the absolute destruction Nate was wreaking upon my body. He let out a deep, chest-rumbling groan at my confession, his pace turning fast, frantic, and completely lethal.

I sighed first and then played what I wanted to sing. I just wanted to be able to relax my brain by singing so I went there. The song was entitled, “Secrets” and I relate myself to it. Yes, I have so many secrets. Secrets that are not easy to confess or to talk about. Even though I'd like to tell others about it, I always end up telling lies. Instead of telling it to others, to let this off my chest, I did the complete opposite from what the song says.

“P-Please…” I balled my fists and swallowed hard. I bore my eyes to him, lazily meeting his pleading orbs. “You have to confess everything to me, so I can finally forget my feelings.” Pain crossed his eyes. I saw how tears formed at the corner of that beautiful ocean eyes full of misery and regrets. I looked away, I can't even withstand his stares. “Tell me everything, so I can move on.” “I don't want you to move on…” his hoarse voice cracked.