Another night another fight
another glass of wine at sight
she pours herself onto the page
writing for hours but it’s all in her mind

She’s trying to hide her demons
never cared much for the angels
behind the door is where she’ll be.
Train of thought she can’t afford
but she’s trying to break through
from her mind that’s black and blue

Same old night same old fight
still those empty pages at sight
writing for hours at the time
but it’s still all in her mind