Why must 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 Will you be happy when you are withered and old
I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine I cannot offer you clothes that your young body crave
But if you'll say that forever that you will be mine Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save When you are lonely remember this letter my own
When you are weary and tired of another one's gold
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
But soon I'll bid my farewells to this whole world at last And of the promises that you are breaking so free I will be gone when you read this last letter from me.
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