Why do

You treat me as if I only a friend

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 mansions so fine

I cannot offer you clothes

That your young body crave

So if you'll say that you long to

Forever be mine

Just think of the teardrops the heartaches

And sorrow you'll save

While I am writing this letter

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

The Last Letter - Willie Nelson