Midnight Grit

[Intro] [Chorus] Midnight hour, I hit the bag hard, Sweat drops land, a beat in the yard. Two AM, no easy way out, Just this ring and my silent shout. My fists connect, a rhythmic chime, Fighting demons, out of time. This worn-out room, my battleground, Where true grit is always found. [Verse] Air is thick with rust and clean, Coach on his phone, a distant scene. My knuckles white, a painful strain, Pushing through this midnight rain. The lights flicker like a countdown clock— I'm the beating heart of this room's lock. Every muscle screams, a burning fire, Pushing limits, taking it higher. [Pre-Chorus] Legs are shaking, feeling weak, But another round, I still seek. This is where I find my might, Fighting through the darkest night. [Chorus] Midnight hour, I hit the bag hard, Sweat drops land, a beat in the yard. Two AM, no easy way out, Just this ring and my silent shout. My fists connect, a rhythmic chime, Fighting demons, out of time. This worn-out room, my battleground, Where true grit is always found. [Verse] Gloves are heavy, breathing deep, Secrets that the shadows keep. Each punch lands, a solid thud, Flowing with my fighting blood. My calves are tight, a constant ache, For victory, whatever it takes. No applause here, just the sound, Of my fists on hallowed ground. [Pre-Chorus] Legs are shaking, feeling weak, But another round, I still seek. This is where I find my might, Fighting through the darkest night. [Chorus] Midnight hour, I hit the bag hard, Sweat drops land, a beat in the yard. Two AM, no easy way out, Just this ring and my silent shout. My fists connect, a rhythmic chime, Fighting demons, out of time. This worn-out room, my battleground, Where true grit is always found. [Bridge] A metallic taste, a silent vow, Swallowed hard, I push through now. Every hit, a painful art, Tearing me and building my heart. This is more than just a fight, It's finding purpose in the fading light. [Chorus] Midnight hour, I hit the bag hard, Sweat drops land, a beat in the yard. Two AM, no easy way out, Just this ring and my silent shout. My fists connect, a rhythmic chime, Fighting demons, out of time. This worn-out room, my battleground, Where true grit is always found. [Outro]