I’m slipping, I’m falling, On my way down I see you threatening my standing. I don’t know why I put up my defenses, Like I’m at risk of losing my pretenses. I can’t celebrate, a stone wall rises before I can appreciate. I punch the brick to distract my mind. So I can’t think about the intricate truth. My hands go numb while handling what I find, But my mind won’t let you go when my failures are proof.