Do you realize how much I care about you?
That I wish I could make your illness go away?
That every morning I wake up hoping that you have a better day than I do?

Do you realize that I hear about everything that you do?
That I've cried myself asleep many nights thinking of the pain you've put yourself through?
That everything you do affects everyone around you?
That when you are in a good mood everyone else is?

Do you realize really how much talent you have?
That I can only wish to be more like you?

I have all these questions,
but when I ask you turn me away.
You blame it on your "problems",
but you lived your whole life with them,
how is it any different now?

When I ask you these questions,
I really care.
I'm not trying to con you.
Do you realize how much I love you?