Last Letter

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 or mansions so fine

I cannot offer you all of the riches you crave

But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine

Think of the teardrops the heartaches and sorrow you'll save

When you are weary and tired of another one's gold

When you are lonely then think of this letter my own

Oh but don't try to answer though I've suffered anguish untold

If you don't love me then quite don't you leave me alone

Now as I am writing this letter I think of the past

And all the promises that you are breaking so free

But to this old world I'll soon say my farewells at last

I will be gone when you read this last letter from me