Talk with me, I beg of you! Don't leave me on my own.
Talk with me, despite my shyness. I don't want to be alone.
I talk to you, but all the wrong things are falling from my lip.
As long as you listen, perhaps, just perhaps, it can give me, somehow, grip.
I'm not good with words when spoken, I rather write them down.
But I want to talk to you, my love, until my last uttered noun.