Fatherless Children

If I don't leave L.A.
They'll get me
I might as well be dead
I put my trust in you
To help me out
But I can't wait for you
To Change the ways
You deal with Pain
I'll try my luck
Another day
And it's strange we don't talk
We relate or so I thought
And the dreams of you don't feel quite right
I don't want to fight tonight
Feel the crumbling star shine bright,Hold him
Will you please pick up the telephone
I don't want to be alone
Darling send him all my love

Fatherless Children
Have a hard time
When their daddies are gone
They get lonely
And my boy doesn't know of the wars
We must fight
In our minds
We're as sick as the secrets we hide

If I don't leave L.A.
They'll get me
I might as well be dead



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Dipanni, Anthony Pedroza, Luis Renteria
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