My Love Is Too Blind To See

Why do you turn away from me? Why don't you want to be bothered? This reminds me of a similar poem, Named 'My Dearest Father' I hate being hurt. I hate being alone. Never realized what I had Until it was already gone. This is what you're thinking, Or this is what you've said. It's funny how you dont want to be bothered, And how your messing with my head. I cry myself to sleep, Almost every night. Wondering if I still have your love, And if I did everything right. Maybe you dont understand this, You mean the world to me. But really I guess for you, My love is too blind to see.