Can't Control This

Now you talk to me
A father to a child
I'll lift my hands defiantly
And what you dreamed
I'll never be

But I feel you're alive
I know your alive
I see you alive
And I can't control this

Still you pray for me
A prodigal son wild
And bind my hands behind my back
but what you seek I'll never be

What you felt you never cease to say
Worse for wear in every part you play
Not a words or an insult stayed
my vendetta to repay
Can you break this cycle?
Can you open up now?
Can you take the pressure?
Or am I breaking down?