Why do you treat me
as if I were only a friend?
What have I done
that has 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
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 sorrows you'll save,
when you are lonely and tired
of another man's gold.
When you are weary,
remember this letter, my own.
Don't try to answer,
though I suffer anguish untold.
If you don't love me, I wish
That 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 to this world
I will soon say my farewell at last.
I will be gone
when you read
this last letter from me.
Why do you treat me
as if I were only a friend?
What have I done
that has 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?
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