My memories kept me up when people let me down.

I'll just act like i'm okay while I hurt inside.

It's funny how I actually thought you wouldn't hurt me like he did.

If I'm not made for you,
Then why does my heart tell me that I am?

People who kept me up brought me down.

You were my hero.
You were my Dad.
What did I do to make everything so bad?

"I try to make him happy even though it hurts me."