NAILED DOWN


I realize that
Your depression is high
You ask me to listen
To your soundless lips
The code in your silence
I can not decipher

I've no control
I can't become
Your perpetual boost
We both are nailed
Down to a floor
Made of frustration

I ask you to explain
And you begin to yell
My ears shut down
And my mind blows away
You ask me to be fair
Yet there's no room for my say

I've no control
I can't become
Your perpetual boost
We both are nailed
Down to a floor
Made of frustration

This will end
If both of us
Don't raise white flags
And discard our guns

I've no control
I can't become
Your perpetual boost
We both are nailed
Down to a floor
Made of frustration

I realize that
stress is very high