(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm) I found a letter that you wrote me It said I was your one and only And you would never ever leave my loving arms But the truth is all that matters Your pretty words no longer flatter 'Cause I know they didn't come from your heart I found your guitar in the closet I remember when you bought it And how you serenaded me under the stars Now there's no one here to play it You changed your tune, I hate to say it But the songs didn't come from your heart In your heart, I believed I'd found the love of my dreams I hoped my search was through But now, all I'm finding are memories that remind me What a fool I was, to think it was true I found your ring still on my finger It's been there since we saw the preacher And swore to him, in front of God, death do us part It's just a fourteen-carat trinket But like my promise, I will keep it Even though it didn't come from your heart I found a letter that you wrote me