No Way, No Way
by @manuel78 on Manuel
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- The Battle for Dawn
The darkness was never empty. For Leo, nightfall wasn’t a quieting, but a signal for the siege to begin. He’d lie in bed, the day’s reasonable sounds replaced by the intimate, treacherous whispers of his own mind. The only light was the faint, cold glow from a digital clock, casting long, accusing shadows. A slow, solitary piano note seemed to echo in the silence, synced to the heavy thud of his own heart. A voice, his own but stripped of all warmth, would begin the assault.
My thoughts like daggers in the night. They didn't feel like ideas, but like weapons materializing from the blackness, aimed inward. Sharp, sudden, and precise. My thoughts attack me, stabbing me to… hey, oh, well. The “hey, oh, well” was the pathetic gasp, the mental flinch after each psychic blow. The thought-daggers had names: Failure. Fraud. Unlovable. Too much. Not enough. My thoughts attack me, what more can I do? It was a plea to some absent warden. He felt like a prisoner in his own skull, forced to listen to a cruel, endless prosecution with no chance for defense.
He’d try. He’d summon the day’s evidence to the contrary—the completed project, the friend’s laughter, the simple fact of being alive. I try to defend myself, but it just gets worse. The defense was always feeble. The prosecution would twist it: That project was luck. They laugh at you, not with you. Being alive is just a biological accident. The daggers would multiply.
A cold sweat would break on his brow. He’d employ the tactics he’d read about. I try to stay calm, tell it to go away. He’d mentally speak to the anxiety, a gentle but firm, Not now. Be quiet. But it just stays…hey, hey, no way. The voice would mock him, growing louder, more insistent. You think you can talk me down? I am you. He’d try to distract himself, to forcibly change the mental channel. Time to change the day, but it won’t go. He’d count his breaths, visualize a peaceful scene, but the intrusive thoughts were oil on the water of his concentration, impossible to disperse.
The plea was a last resort, a whispered surrender. Please…just go away.
But the plea was fuel. It signaled his desperation, and the internal assailant would press its advantage. The slow, pounding dread would suddenly accelerate into a frantic, overwhelming cacophony. It was the sound of his own mind turning on him with full, brutal force. The chorus of his torment was deafening.
Bad thoughts in my brain, telling me I'm never enough! It was the core indictment, shouted on a loop. Never smart enough, successful enough, kind enough, present enough. A perpetual almost, a chronic not-quite.
A rebellion, hot and desperate, would ignite in his chest. It was a survival impulse, pure and animal. I need to change as I stand up, I begin to scream! He didn't scream aloud—the person sleeping beside him knew nothing of this war—but inside, his spirit roared. It was a raw, soundless howl of defiance against the tyranny of his own neurons.
No way, no way, baby, I'm here to stay! The “baby” was a sneer at the weakness the thoughts accused him of. He was talking back to the darkness, to the daggers. You won't erase me. This is my life and soul, ohh, I'm the one, I'm the one in control! It was a declaration more than a fact. He was asserting sovereignty over a kingdom in revolt.
The declaration created a momentary breach in the onslaught. In that space, a fiercer, clearer voice emerged. Not the screaming rebel, but a resolute commander.
So get out of here, I love myself! The words felt foreign, daring. To love himself was the ultimate act of treason against the narrative of inadequacy. You can't tear me down, you can't break my soul! The soul was different from the mind. The mind could be a battlefield; the soul was the citadel, and he was barring the gates. You try to bully me, but I'll stand up and fight! He reframed it: this wasn't truth, it was bullying. An internal tyrant he had the right to resist. No! No more! You can't have my soul!
But the darkness was tenacious. The respite was brief. The vile chorus would attempt a comeback, its lies now tinged with a mocking echo, as if saying, You think a little pep talk will work?
Bad thoughts in my brain, telling me I'm never enough!
Again,the surge of defiance. I need to change as I stand up, I begin to scream! This time, the scream felt less frantic, more focused. A weapon being honed.
No way, no way, baby, I'm here to stay!
This is my life and soul, ohh, I'm the one, I'm the one in control!
The battle would rage in cycles, but slowly, imperceptibly at first, the balance began to shift. The commander’s voice grew steadier. The daggers lost some of their sharpness, becoming more like worn, familiar stones thrown by a feeble opponent.
In the lulls, a new understanding began to form, not in words, but in a felt sense. This was a long campaign, not a single battle. I'll fight till the end… he resolved, the fatigue of the war giving way to a stubborn endurance.
And then, a miracle. Not a disappearance of pain, but the birth of something within it. A small, undeniable warmth behind his sternum. I'll smile from within… It wasn't a smile of happiness, but of recognition. The recognition of his own enduring spirit. A strength is born where the pain once began… The very ground of his suffering was becoming the foundation of his resilience. Each attack he survived was a brick in a new, inner fortress.
The final realization was quiet, but absolute. I'm not weak anymore… He had been. The daggers had convinced him of it. But the act of enduring them, of screaming back, of choosing to fight night after night, had transformed him. Weakness could not withstand that.
The final chorus was no longer a desperate shout against the storm, but a proclamation made from solid ground. The voice was clear, resonant, and utterly final.
(I'll fight!) No way, no way! I'm here to stay!
(This is my life!) This is my life and soul!
(I'm in control!) I'm the one in control!
He addressed the remnants of the dark directly, with dismissive authority.
(Get out of here!) So get out of here!
He stated the new, fundamental truth, the one the darkness had tried so hard to obscure.
I love myself… you can't break my soul…
The echo of his victory whispered into the settling quiet.
(I'm not weak anymore…) …anymore…
The frantic energy of the fight faded. The deep, rhythmic bass of his own steady breath returned. The solitary piano note played on, but now it sounded less like a dirge and more like a peaceful, repetitive affirmation. The daggers were gone, at least for tonight. In their place was a profound exhaustion, and beneath it, a solid, unshakeable peace. The battlefield was silent. The citadel stood. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he met the dawn not as a casualty, but as a weary, victorious sentinel.
- no way no way
(Intro)
(Verse 1)
My thoughts like daggers in the night
My thoughts attack me,stabbing me to... hey, oh, well
My thoughts attack me,what more can I do?
I try to defend myself,but it just gets worse
(Pre-Chorus)
I try to stay calm,tell it to go away
But it just stays...hey, hey, no way
Time to change the day,but it won't go
Please...just go away
(Chorus)
Bad thoughts in my brain,telling me I'm never enough!
I need to change as I stand up,I begin to scream!
No way,no way, baby, I'm here to stay!
This is my life and soul,ohh, I'm the one, I'm the one in control!
(Verse 2)
So get out of here,I love myself!
You can't tear me down,you can't break my soul!
You try to bully me,but I'll stand up and fight!
No!No more! You can't have my soul!
(Chorus)
Bad thoughts in my brain,telling me I'm never enough!
I need to change as I stand up,I begin to scream!
No way,no way, baby, I'm here to stay!
This is my life and soul,ohh, I'm the one, I'm the one in control!
(Bridge)
I'll fight till the end...
I'll smile from within...
A strength is born where the pain once began...
I'm not weak anymore...
(Final Chorus / Outro)
(I'll fight!)No way, no way! I'm here to stay!
(This is my life!)This is my life and soul!
(I'm in control!)I'm the one in control!
(Get out of here!)So get out of here!
I love myself...you can't break my soul...
(I'm not weak anymore...)...anymore...