your tongue spits out venomous fire
vitriol spews from your lips
your words are a funeral pyre
you gloat, as my shredded heart rips
I was happy in my existence
carefree, fun-loving, and true
you hounded me in your persistence
changed my reds to depressing blues
you've damaged me beyond repairing
I'm broken, abused, and forlorn
this bruised heart is way beyond caring
you crushed my spirit with your scorn
are you happy with your vanity?
are you poised to move on to success?
will you hold on, dear, to your sanity?
carry a mop to clean up your mess?
as for me, the north wind keeps blowing
my days spent in endless despair
the pain, like an ember that's glowing
tell me, oh Delilah, did you ever really care?