Many times before,
I've found us drifting apart.
Times when you didn't care,
and times when I didnt either.

I try to talk about it,
and wonder whether you are listening.
I try to make right,
something that I'm not sure ever was.

Many questions arise,
some will be answered.
Many questions are ignored,
while few are ever answered

Over time the passion fades,
the bond we shared is breaking.
And I ask you one last question:
Do you love me?