I wake up in the middle of it with my clothes on
Sweating thinking am I ever gonna wake up here again
I'm screaming at the sky for a little meaning
I'm laughing at myself for believing
I cant think of the things I used to tell myself
I cant deal with the questions that you left me with
I'm too young to know, I cant cope
Is a little bit of clarity too much to be asking for?
Its not ok to leave us when no one knows
And its just not fair to say that, then close the door
I dont know if youre thinking or dreaming
Cause we're hanging on with not much hope
And your children are all screaming
