An empty fight One worth losing Sometimes these fights seems So childish but yet amusing. I initiate it, but I always end up losing. Faces are frown, while lips are curving My night feels tattered, because bad words Were uttered. An empty fight One worth losing Not physical bind But in court these words could get us fine, Because sometimes they can injure ones mind An empty fight One worth losing Not physical bind But words can be so abusing Its not that I meant too But couple sometimes as too. It’s the nature of men’s imperfection But with u lies all of my absolutions. Why was this fuss? I forgot when I tasted your lips, And the arguments as fade like a twirling dust. When you’re not around, loneliness phones And taunt this boy’s world. But five minutes in your arrival My assuming irritable annoyance resurrect your Seething misjudgments. Sorry is what I quote And then I wrap u up in my arms Because you’re my personal coat. Making up is the best part of these fights Because we always end up endeavoring countless holds With kisses that we each stole An empty fight One worth losing Sometimes these fights seems So childish but yet amusing.