mistress and high priestess of confessional art

Make a name for myself in different ways All the while you will see my songs of praise How can I concentrate when all the while my head Throw me scenarios so I tease my self esteem Though I can talk it through Really I finally talk My frustration is released but nothing let em’ know And added to that I’m sick of having to seek some peace Because I need emotion with my physical release Can’t help But bring it up and beat the point to death But my Words are for nothing, I’m wasting my breath Can’t help But bring it up and beat the point to death But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Now everywhere I got and I always stare I justify attraction by your hands, your lips, your hair And so although I always look I know that I can’t touch And because I can only take a full time man so much And now I reached a point where I don’t care anymore It’s a necessity just like it was before Many says I ignore the way my body aches ‘Cause I’m the shit I earn I can’t look for my sins Oh, oh, no Can’t help But bring it up and beat the point to death But my Words are for nothing, I’m wasting my breath Can’t help But bring it up and beat the point to death But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Can’t help I can’t help but bring it up, no But my Nothing, no Can’t I can’t help, no, no But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Can’t help But bring it up and beat the point to death But my Words are for nothing, I’m wasting my breath Can’t help But bring it up and beat the point to death But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Can’t help… But my… Cant help… But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath… Has she taken on the yoke of Janis? I hope that she evolves beyond suffering, to wisdom and reconciliation with her yesterdays.....