There is a viscous little worm inside his head.
Nipping at his consciousness every waking moment.
He’s more bad tempered that a lion that’s not fed.
On self destruction he is bent.
He is sick of being used
Always wants to help, that’s great.
But just ends up feeling abused
When what he does, no one seems to appreciate.
She gets it in the ear
When he is asked to help
The outcome is something for her to fear
She is sick of the cards she has been dealt.
So what can be done
To rectify the situation
In her life there’s just no fun
It’s a case of gloom saturation.
In the end he pushes everyone away
He needs to feel his worth
That’s really her reason to stay
Of selfconfidence he has a dearth.
