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 everytime I hear her voice, she wispers disapointment as my heart begins to slow.
Ive 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 cant pretend everythings ok anymore