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