With her mind, it is an endless fight.
Dreading the end of every day,
She would not give into the night.

When all the world is out of sight,
Alone with her thoughts she would lay.
With her mind, it is an endless fight.

Four a.m. held her secrets tight,
Reminding her of the things she would never say.
She would not give into the night.

Staring out her window at the moonlight,
Sleep was a price she could not pay.
With her mind, it is an endless fight.

Filling her with panic and fright,
The memories would just replay.
She would not give into the night.

With her past, she would reunite,
And her demons come out to play.
With her mind, it is an endless fight.
She would not give into the night.