Why do you treat me
As if I were only a friend?
What have I done
That has made you
So distant and cold?
Sometimes I wonder
If you'll be contented again
Will you be happy
When you are withered
And old?
I cannot offer
You diamonds
And mansions so fine
I cannot offer you clothes
That your young body craves
But if you'll say that
You long to forever be mine
Just think of the teardrops
The heartaches
And sorrow you'll save
While I am writing
This letter
I think of the past
And of the promises
That you have broken so free
And to this old world
I'll soon say my farewell at last
I will be gone
When you read this
Last letter from me