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 and mansions so fine I cannot offer you clothes that your young body craves But if you´ll say that you long to forever be mine Just think of the teardrops, 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 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