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?