I have a confession for you,
You're not my first.
I'm older than I seem, though sometimes I still move too fast,
I'm smarter than I look but I have a chequered past.
I have a confession for you,
You won't be my last...

The first kiss cuts deeper than the rest,
It's a shame, but it's just the way it is.
The first kiss cuts deeper than the rest,
I will never breathe again.

I have a confession for you,
My love passed on long ago,
When the world was black and white and I was oh-so young,
Now I'm obliged to take from you what I need to stay strong.
I have a confession for you,
All I love has gone,

In between days, only at night,
I took his love, he took my life,
Somehow my dress became undone.
The moon stared down in disapproval,
Like a dead man's head forced into a pitch black drain,
Weeping stars to illustrate a glittering release from pain,
From my loveless life. My lifeless love would gleam,
Just like the tears that hang above our heads,
In these wooden beds.
I think it's getting late.
As I kneel before saint Peter's gate,
The hot breath of hell upon my neck as I wait.

And I wait, and I wait, and I wait....