Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
What have I done that makes 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 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
Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save

When you were lonely and tired of another one's gold
When you were weary 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 broking so free
But to this old world I will soon say my farewell at last
I will be gone when you read this last letter from me