They swoop down and slaughter the innocent,
No one knows where they're from, or where they've been,
Think happy thought, happy thoughts, my mantra for all time,
Because I can't defend myself from assaults on my heart and mind.

I enter the field of batlle, with good memories as my sword,
I see my enemies upon my throne, and its them I'm heading toward,
We lock gazes and as we stand staring eye to eye,
I know that thus begins the fight for control of my heart and mind.

Self injury and depression, tough obstacles I overcome,
But I stand and am struck, by guilt and shame for what I've done,
I hadn't expected attacks of that caliber and kind,
So I begin to doubt if I'll win back my heart and mind.

Memories, though they were my aid, can turn on you on a dime,
For its they that struck the final blow in the loss of my heart and mind.