Why do you treat me
as if I was 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 weary and old
Can you get weary in tired love,
searching for a goal?
When you get lonely,
just think on this letter, my own
Now don't try to answer,
though I have suffered
anguish untold
But if you don't love me,
then I wish you would leave me alone
I cannot offer you diamonds
and mansions so fine
I cannot offer you clothes
that your young body craves
But if you say
that you long to forever be mine
I think of the trouble, the tears,
and the heartache you say.
While I'm writing this letter,
I think of the past.
And I think of the promises
that you are breaking so free
And to this cruel world
I'll soon say my farewell at last
Oh, I will be gone when you read
this last letter from me
While I am writing this letter,
I think of the past.
And I think of the promises
That you are breaking so free
And to this cruel world
I'll soon say my farewell
at last
I will be gone when you read
this last letter from me
you