“To all my loyal Confessioners, thank you. Thank you for entrusting to us your ugliest truths…your prettiest lies… your innermost secrets…your most hidden desires…your shallowest dreams…your highest inspirations...your impossible dreams...your most frustrating disappointments...your deepest hurts… For giving us the privilege to be part of your lives…Thank you. Just as you have shared a portion of your life and opened up to us I’m also going to bare a little of my soul tonight. Our last song for tonight is My own personal confession. I hope this song helps you breathe easier tonight.” With that Dara clicked play on the soundboard and the opening chords of Sara Bareilles' Breathe Again filled the air.

“Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn't look back
At the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?
All those words came undone and now I'm not the only one
Facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns

All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again
I'll breathe again

Open up next to you and my secrets become your truth
And the distance between that was sheltering me comes in full view
Hang my head, break my heart built from all I have torn apart
And my burden to bear is a love I can't carry anymore

All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again

Oh, It hurts to be here
I only wanted love from you
Yeah, it hurts to be here
What am I gonna do?

All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kil