I’ve got another confession to make: I’m your fool. Everyone’s got their chains to break, holdin’ you. Were you born to resist or be abused? Is someone getting the best of you? Are you gone and into someone new? I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose. You gave me something that I didn’t have but had no use. I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose. My heart is under arrest again but I break loose. My head is giving me life or death but I can’t choose. I swear I’ll never give in, I refuse. Is someone getting the best of you? Has someone taken your faith? It's real, the pain you feel. You trust, you must, confess.