I hate the fact that I do as you say. I waste my time for you, and what do you do for me? Nothing. You're supposed to be the person I look up to. But, how do I look up to a person who's only caused me pain for the last five years?
I miss when you were there for me. I just want that back. I want you to know who I am now. I want you to need me in your life. But I guess your daughter doesn't matter that much to you anymore.
