I’ll teach you loneliness, my dear.
I’m good at it. I know it well.
A course of bitterness and fear,
A dash of suffering and hell.

You’ve never felt this one before,
Cause I have always stayed for you.
I won’t be with you anymore
So, lesson 1: What will you do?

I’ll teach you how to pass by here
And know I use to be here too,
To see my smiles disappear
And know they’ll never come to you.

No more evenings side by side,
No one to phone you all the day,
No eyes to watch you open wide,
No one to hear the things you say.

Somebody else will be with me
And I will not return to you
As I have often done. You’ll see
How much you’ll miss it. Lesson 2.

I’ll show you how to hear my name
And turn around to look at me.
Knowing that I’m not the same
So, that will be my lesson 3.

I’ll teach you loneliness, my dear.
You’ll miss the things I used to do
For you to taste of pain and fear,
And all the things I’ve felt for you.