Why do 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   Or will you be happy when you are withered and old      I cannot offer you diamonds and mansions so fine   And I cannot offer you clothes that your young body craves   But, if you'll say that you long to forever be mine   Just take off the heartaches, the tears and this sorrow you'll save      When you are weary and tired of another man's gold   And when you get lonely, remember this letter my own   But, don't try to answer though, I've suffered anguish untold   If you don't love me, then why don't you leave me alone?      As I am writing this letter, I think of the past   And of the promises that you are breaking, so free   But, to this old world, I'll soon say my farewell at last   I will be gone, when you read this last letter from me