Sometimes I just don't know who to turn to.
But I know he will always be there, watching over me.
If you had known that I had returned home, would life have been an option?
Was it predetermined? Or was it just something that should never of happened?
These are the days I will never forget,
and this is the day I will never admit.
Father, oh father where did you go?
Count back the years you left me on my own.
If only I could find the right words to say everything that I feel.
But everything is just not enough to bring you back.
It's just not enough to bring you home.
What makes a man lose control?
What makes a man throw it all away?
What makes a man lose control?
What makes a man give up on me?