The Last Letter

Why do you treat me as if I was only a friend

What have I done that has 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 buy you the clothes that your young body crave

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

Just think of the heartaches the sorrow the teardrops 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