The Last Letter

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

What have I done that's 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 all clothes that your young body crave

But if you'll say that you just love me and always be mine

Just think of the tears 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

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

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