Midnight
Chad GlassWell 12 a.m.,
we meet again,
and I can't say that I'm glad.
Too many things,
running through my head,
banging on these walls of brass.
I Can't believe,
I'm here again,
where time refuses to pass.
These thoughts of mine,
keep me awake so long,
theres no telling how long they'll last.
The clock stands still,
time seems surreal,
why is it, I don't I fall fast?
Hold on tight,
breath out this fight,
midnight has almost passed.