I lost my day to a ceiling view with the same thoughts running through my mindnWhy do I do this to myself each daynBeneath blue eyes I cut myself to pieces everytime I hear her voice, she wispers disapointment as my heart begins to slow.nIve been here to many times, I'm snapping all my fingers to the promises I breaknSo many wasted nights, when did I go wrong?nThe first few times felt so fucking good but now I hate myself more everydaynShards of glass drop through my veins, I cant pretend everythings ok anymore