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 descends 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 too 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 every day, shards of glass drop through my veins, I can't pretend everything's ok anymore.