There's something on my mind I want to tell you.

Why have me if you knew you would fail me?

Then have the audacity to want the praise a parent gets.

You don't understand the hurt you caused us.

You can't make it up.

You can't buy my love.

You can't possibly think being my friend will work.

I don't want your kisses, your hugs, you to hold me.

I want better than you.

But it's ok. I'll be fine without you.

To all the girl dad's, you're important.

RIP KOBE.