Killer Park Psychopath

I was sweet when I had to be.

Soft when it cost me.

Quiet when I wanted to scream.

Not anymore.

I wore that smile like a dress too tight,

Held my breath just to make you feel alright,

Bit my tongue till it learned how to bleed,

Then you had the nerve to call that peace.

You loved me best when I stayed small,

When I picked up every goddamn call,

When I said “it’s fine” with my hands shaking,

While you stood there watching me breaking.

Now I’m in the mirror with my makeup smeared,

Laughing at the girl who disappeared,

She was so polite,

she was so damn tired,

Now she’s lighting matches by the wires.

Don’t say I changed,

You just lost control.

Don’t call me crazy When you made me whole then left me

cold. What the fuck did you think I’d do?

Stay pretty, stay quiet,

stay waiting on you?

I’m a sweet little nightmare in a black dress mood,

With a sharp red mouth and a bad attitude.

I’m not your angel,

not your prize, Not your sorry little alibi,

I’m the shitshow you tried to drown,

Pretty little disaster, And I’m burning it down.

Your new girl likes the version you fake,

That soft little charm with a snake underneath,

Bet you call her baby,

bet you call her safe,

Bet she don’t know what the hell you keep.

I don’t want revenge,

I want receipts, I want your lies crying out in the street,

I want every bitch-made promise you sold To come back dressed in

funeral clothes. And all those friends who said “let it go,” Never

had to sleep in the wreckage,

though, Never had to smile while the room went numb,

Never had to love someone and feel dumb.

So now I walk in with my head held high,

Mascara black like a warning sign,

If I look calm,

better understand, That’s not peace,

baby, That’s the final plan.

Don’t say I snapped,

I just stopped playing dead.

Don’t call it drama When you planted every word I said.

What the fuck did you think I’d do?

Stay pretty, stay quiet,

stay waiting on you?

I’m a sweet little nightmare in a black dress mood,

With a sharp red mouth and a bad attitude.

I’m not your angel,

not your prize, Not your sorry little alibi,

I’m the shitshow you tried to drown,

Pretty little disaster, And I’m burning it down.

I used to apologize for taking up space,

Used to hide my fire,

used to soften my face,

Used to think love meant swallowing pain,

Now I spit it back with your last name.

Call me a bastard,

call me a bitch,

Call me too much,

call me unhinged, Call me whatever helps you sleep,

I’m still the ghost that you couldn’t keep.

No more nice. No more small.

No more crawling

Back when you call.

No more tears

In the bathroom light.

No more “baby, Can we not fight?”

What the fuck did you think I’d do?

Stay pretty, stay quiet,

stay bleeding for you?

I’m a sweet little nightmare with a wicked sound,

The girl you broke got dangerous now.

I’m not your angel,

not your prize, Not your soft little lullaby,

I’m the shitshow wearing a crown,

Pretty little disaster, And I’m burning it down. I

was sweet. I was soft.

I was yours. Then I woke up.