It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten

What the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them
As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping
Through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten

So tell me now
If this ain't love then how do we get out?
Because I don't know

That's when I told her I love you girl
But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have
I don't hate you
I don't hate you, no