The Last Letter

Why do you treat me as if I was 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 or mansions so fine I cannot buy you the clothes that your young body crave But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine Think of the heartaches the sorrow the teardrops you'll save When you grow weary and tired of another's caress When you are lonely remember this letter my own But don't try to answer for there's one thing I'll have to confess If you don't love me I wish you would leave me alone --- The Last Letter - Ray Price