Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend And 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 withered and old
I cannot offer you diamonds or a mansion so fine I cannot offer you clothes that your young body craves But if you will say that you long to forever be mine Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save
While I am writing this letter I think of the past And of the promises that you are breaking so free But to this old world I'll soon say my farewell at last I will be gone when you read this last letter from meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
