depr[is]ession

you're turning as the door fells
switch the bitch outside
i'm facing two aggressive eyes
from which i cannot hide

once you were my motivation
to create and laugh
once i thought we both could act
like a two-headed god

times changes and so we do
but where is our perfect glue
it is old and has some cracks
would you please buy some new

don't let you knock down
it's us and that we need
find the magic of old times
to sow potential seed