The first night
You talked to me of sorrow
How he whispered to you
And how you drank every word

You told me it felt good
And that I shouldn't worry
But I did
You laughed at me; you told me it was nothing

The second night
You talked to me of pain
How he lingered on your skin
How you longed to let it happen again... and again

I saw the hurt in your eyes
But you were smiling
You told me I worry too much
And worry, I should not

The third night
You talked to me of death
How inviting he was to you
How you talked to him every night

I asked you
"What do you talk about?"
You answered me with a laugh
You told me it wasn't any of my business

The fourth night
I was alone
You had gone with all three:
Sorrow, pain, and death

I didn't know where you had gone
You cut our communication
No one knew
Where were you?

The fifth night
You were asleep
You looked so peaceful
Before they brought you down

Now it is I who talks
I talk of sorrow
I talk of pain
I talk of death

But not in the same way that you did