Nervosa

She cried over spilt milk. And now its my case She threw her pity at me, it left me feeling faint Her voice is like lapping waves that never hold back Im sick of hearing her swollen lips smack Her voice is sofficating, it digs into my skin Take a breath of oxygen, Fresh air is wearing thin If I have a church key can i confess my sins Or will she punish me with guilt and hold me down with pins I know she has a good eye so i let her humor me I spill my guts and hope she will forever set me free