I lost my day to a ceiling view, With the same thoughts running through my mind. Why do I do this to myself each day beneath blue eyes? I cut myself to pieces, every time I hear her voice. She whispers disappointment as my heart begins to slow. I've been here to many times, I'm snapping all my fingers to the promises I break. So many wasted nights, when did I go wrong? The first few times felt so fucking good, But now I hate myself more everyday. Shards of glass drop through my veins, I can't pretend everythings ok anymore.