Testo Last Letter

Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend What have I done that has made you so distant and cold Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again And 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 crave But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine Oh think of the teardrops the heartaches and the sorrow you'll save And while I am writing this letter oh I think of the past And of the promises that you have broken so free And to this old world I'll soon say my farewell at last I will be gone when you read this last letter from me