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 f*cking good,
but now i hate myself more everyday.
shards of gl*ss drop through my veins,
i can’t pretend everythings ok anymore.