You don't know me

People say they know me,
They say they know when something is wrong.
This is a lie, because they couldn’t see,
That there was something wrong with me all along.

So much for friendship so much for love,
If you do love me then we could be together.
No pain. No questions. No problem.
But there is.

So what’s the point for fighting for something?
That I know will never be.
You don’t love me.
And I don’t love you.
Not really.
But I know deep inside some where...I do...