Dead Until Dark

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.