“I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your health, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way”
I am so bored today…
I want to write, but I don’t know what to write about.
Don’t you sometimes feel like a diminutive “bitch”? I mean, you’re a little bit of everything (as the song implies) but nothing is significant? And whatever you do, is never seemed to be enough? or does it matter?
“Yesterday I cried…
You must have been relieved to see the softer side
I can understand how you’d be so confused
I don’t envy you
I’m a little bit of everything – all rolled into one”
Crossroads here I go again… Feels like more of a dead-block.
I wanna move out… but where or how to start?
“Just when you think you’ve got me figured out the season’s already changing
I think it’s cool you do what you do and don’t try to save me”
Modesty aside, I feel like I am blessed with multiple skills… but none of which, will make me feel confident to claim that I am exceptionally good at, or perhaps I’m not particularly good with anything. (loser mode)
“I’m a bitch, I’m a tease
I’m a goddess on my knees
when you hurt, when you suffer
I’m your angel undercover
I’ve been numbed, I’m revived, can’t say I’m not alive
You know I wouldn’t want it any other way”
I am not versatile being technical or theoretical… I just want to be an artist(
a) – upsurging creativity.
My expression will begin with these:
The nearest artistry I know I can deliver rightfully!
That’s it! A beauty Itch!