What Makes a Man

What makes a man Someone to be just like their father Grow up and love somebody's daughter And make him proud I don't understand I tend to relate more to my mother Everyone said when I was younger That I'd come around But I listened to the things they said And I lost my way Kind of believed I should be someone else Not myself Oh and nothing has changed Maybe it's too late Been holding back for way too long (been holding, been holding) I made mistakes but I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Oh, not gonna wait until I'm gone What makes a man Someone who never feels like crying Someone who's not afraid to die Or to be alone But I cried myself to sleep for years Was about to break Kind of believed I should be someone else Not myself Oh and nothing has changed Maybe it's too late Been holding back for way too long (been holding, been holding) I made mistakes but I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Oh, not gonna wait until I'm gone Until I'm gone (Not gonna wait, not gonna wait, not gonna wait) Until I'm gone (Not gonna wait, not gonna wait, not gonna wait) Until I'm gone (Not gonna wait, not gonna wait, not gonna wait) Not gonna wait until I'm gone What makes a man Someone to be just like their father Grow up and love somebody's daughter And make him proud