They come with their introspective smiles, with their eyes a flicker in the shyest of pose,
“oh” you say to yourself “their ok, I suppose,”
but something inside says this doesn’t ring true,
But my dear friends I do say this to you,
go with first instinct for thats the best you can do, because they are the needy,
the ones who really need you…
Remember my darlings we all stand alone,
and all you’ll hear from a needy is why didn’t you phone,
so if you’re caught by a needy,
you’ll wish you’d stayed home…
The needy are jealous and witlessly moan,
so don’t tell them your secrets, they’ll use them for gain,
and when you’re not looking be the cause of your pain…
They will pretend sensitivity, when the cause is their own, and their mantra is self-pity,
when they end up alone,
so if you are a needy get a life,
stop living on the entrails of others,
get a dog, a cat, a husband or a wife anything, just stop fucking moaning…!
