I hurt, but you don't see it. I cry, just not in front of you. When I'm with you, I act like nothing's wrong, but once you leave I'm the person you'll never meet.
You fucken assumed that i did you wrong, and you say your my friend, but in reality I didn't do one thing wrong to you. Now I see how much of a friend you really fucking were.
Being there when it's convenient doesn't make you a parent. Getting off your ass and being there when your child needs you during good or bad times now that's a fucking father.