Daddy I Will Always Love You

Perfect by Simple Plan
Hey Dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I’m wasting my time
Doing things I wanna do
But it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now i try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for you
Can’t you pretend that I’m alright
And you can’t change me

Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect
Now its just too late
and we can’t go back
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect

I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside.
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don’t care anymore.
And now I try hard to make it
I just wanna make you proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for you
I can’t stand another fight
And nothing’s alright

Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect
Now its just too lateA
nd we can’t go back
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect
Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said
And nothing’s gonna make this right again
Please don’t turn your back
I can’t believe its hard just to talk to you
But you don’t understand

Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect
And now its just too late
And we can’t go back
I’m sorry I can’t be perfect

Thinking awful thoughts
My dad has always tried to control me to some extent. I know he loves me and he just wants me to succeed but I’m not like him. He is an amazing person. Literally pulling himself up by the bootstraps, making sarifices so that I can have every opportunity open to me. He is brilliant and funny. So is my mother. It is so hard to have parents who are so successful and damn perfect. They do everything right and not only right, but are amazing at it. People look up to them and admire them. They trust them. I feel like the black sheep in the family. I screw up and fail. I dropped out of college and I’ve been trying to kill myself. I can’t seem to do anything right, especially in their eyes. I’ve been told that these feelings come from Dad being moody and when I was younger I started blaming myself for those bad moods. I still do. I don’t want to do anything to every upset him. But at the same time, that doesn’t make me happy. Because I’m living for him and not me. I’m doing things to make other people happy. I’ve always lived like that and I’m not even sure how to make myself smile anymore. Nothing I do really makes me happy. I don’t want to do anything. I try to take time occasionally to do things for me and make me happy. But I end up doing nothing because I don’t know what makes me happy anymore.