Beneath the Surface
And my eyes, they hurt to stay open
And my mind, so deprived
In the darkness, so carefully wandering
But still I cannot find it anymore
My voice, I feel it slowly fading
Deeper, Deeper still
But glimpses come up to the surface
And theres hope that one day, I will
It eludes me, like a lover
It abuses constantly
It tugs at my heartstrings
And I hate it
But in the end, in comforts me
Comforts me
Fighting, for the finish
Self-doubt upon my heels
Its the finish, not perfection
Its the finish, not perfection here
Writer/s: Shawn Homer
