Why is it?

Is it because you'll never love me,
or because they know what you might do,
the hurt that you could cause me,
all the pain you'd put me through.

it's because you're not worth it,
they don't know how i feel,
they think it'll go away,
but my love for you is real.

they tell me you're not what you seem,
but I've made up my mind,
i only see the good in you,
and that's because love is blind.