Word Is Out

No greater need than that to be needed,
None known greater than to be wanted,
Neither to give nor to be just, but just to be given.
I never gave my heart, it was stolen,
Now you want to take me back,
Back and stuck in loves crack!
One more hit and my body turns cold.
One more touch I’ll never be sold,
Never in my heart, never to hold,
It’s too late haven’t you been told.