Last Letter

Why must you treat me as if I were only a friend

What have I done that's made you so different 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 clothes that your young body crave

But if you'll say that forever that you will be mine

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

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

When you are lonely remember this letter my own

Don't try to answer though I've suffered anguish untold

If you don't love me I wish you would leave me alone

While I am writing this letter I think of the past

And of the promises that you are breaking so free

But soon I'll bid my farewells to this whole world at last

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