Late Nights and Teen Fights

Up at 10 P.M.

Still no word again.

Wondering what to do

Is it too soon

To ask for answers

To share the blame

Will it ever be the same?

One hour before midnight

So tired of this fight.

Why do you torture me so?

Are you friend or foe?

I look to all the memories we shared

And wonder if you ever cared.

Midnight strikes

With nothing that likes

Anyone at all

Why does it fall

To pieces in my hands

Nothing we had planed.

A thousand reasons to cry

One is all the lies.

Two is the cold truth

When still hearts don't move.

Three is when all that is there

Equals out to nothing they hear.

A fight for no change.

A fight for us to be stuck in our ways.