Bottled

How does it sound? You know, a father's cry I've learned to keep it bottled up in my mind It's cutting deep to know, why even try? I tend to sleep it off and push it aside Home. There is no home For walking slow Alone again To cope with the unknown When headlights show The lonely men I understand you want to run and hide I stood beside you watching my brother die Can't shy from the tears, I see it in your eyes Don't pretend to me that everything's alright Home. There is no home For walking slow Alone again To cope with the unknown When headlights show The lonely men