The Last Letter - Ray Price
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 offer 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 were weary and tired of another man's goal
When you are lonely remember this letter my own
But don't try to answer for
I'll have to suffer which and told
If you don't love me
I wish you would leave me alone
