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?