Vicious

Life changes, and I've stopped writing novels for a while (not enough time), and moved back to writing lyrics for a bit.  Here's (a draft) one I've come up with today... (sort of in the vein of Broken Chromosomes)



Why on me do you pour such scorn,
And yes, I’d love to be redrawn.
But this was just how I was born.
I’m hiding in the dark.
It was no choice that I had made,
This horror show that is displayed,
My body weak, and just a shade.
Perfection missed its mark.

Your anger burns so bright at me,
Your left hook verbal sneer.
I quiver when it’s you I see,
The Devil, he is near.
 
Vicious.
You are so Vicious.
Vicious.
You are so Vicious.
 
Your chiselled looks, beyond compare,
Your perfect smile, and clothes you wear.
Yet still at me you laugh and stare.
My crying’s your delight.
You knock me down with words of stone.
With words that cut right to the bone.
Why can’t you leave my scars alone?
I’m dying in the night.
 
Your anger burns so bright at me,
Your left hook verbal sneer.
I quiver when it’s you I see,
The Devil, he is near.
 
Vicious.
You are so Vicious.
Vicious.
You are so Vicious.
 
You say my life’s an awful state,
You label me degenerate.
Well, maybe so, but you’re too late.
Just see the steps you’ve trod.
You think I’m lost, and I’m undone.
You think you’re best, with what you’ve spun?
But let me say, this race is won.
I’m bought.  I’m sold to God.
I’m bought.  I’m sold to God.
 
Your anger burns so bright at me,
Your left hook verbal sneer.
I quiver when it’s you I see,
The Devil, he is near.
 
Vicious.
You are so Vicious.
Vicious.
You are so Vicious.

Cool!   I dig the prechorus-chorus action you got going on there.

Can relate to the stopped writing novels thing.  I've written two pages this year.  This scamdemic has helped rob me of my creative flow.  

Your song does rock!!