I sleep beneath the surface on the walls I face

Locked between a glass pool and a fragile place

My heart it thumps but when it breaks I shatter

And when I’m gone, you’ll leave, I will never matter

I sleep beneath the surface, a crystal clear skin

The shards cut deep, bleed, covered by a bottle of gin

But hating him, reveling in this cold dark madness

It hurts me to say but I can only drink on the sadness

I sleep beneath a thin veneer of...