Dead Swans
Dead Until Dark
I lost my day to a ceiling view with the same thoughts running through my mindWhy do I do this to myself each dayBeneath 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 breakSo many wasted nights, when did I go wrong?The first few times felt so fucking good but now I hate myself more everydayShards of glass drop through my veins, I cant pretend everythings ok anymore
From Letras Mania