He calls me late at night

to see if I'm ok

He looks at me twice

to check on my eyes

I put up my happy face

and lie like a pro,

So that he never knows the hurt I've grown

I'll always smile and crack funny jokes

In order to fool him & make this my memory he'll hold

I'm not supposed to say this

but the light inside me died ages ago

I couldn't even remember,

the last time I wasn't afraid of being happy bro.