Panama Kings Children
i wake up in the middle of it with my clothes on
sweatin thinkin am i ever gonna wake up here again
im screamin at the sky for a little meaning
im laughing at myself for believing
i cant think of the things i used to tell myself
i cant deal with questions that you left me with
im too young to know, i cant cope
is a little bit of clarity to much to be asking for?
its not ok to leave us when no one knows
its just not fair to say that, then close the door
cos i dont know if youre thinking or dreaming
and we're hangin on with not much hope and your
children are all screaming
