Psycho In My Shadow

Once upon a time,

There was a girl who played so nice,

Her bows were tied, her smile polite,

She swallowed pain to stay polite.

Then one day she woke with poison lips,

A venom tongue, apocalypse.

She touched the mirror, glass turned red—

“Is that me or something in my head?”

She whispered, “Run.”

She saw the blood, saw what she’d done.

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Call a doctor—

I think I birthed a monster.

She’s crawling up my posture,

But somehow I kinda want her.

She’s done with “please,”

She’s done with peace,

She’s risen from beneath.

And now she’s—

Six feet under every lie they fed to me.

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If heaven was a saint,

You’d be set on fire,

Rotting with the sinners

And the pretty little liars.

If mercy was a prayer,

You’d twist it ’til it bends—

With cigarette burns

On your velvet fingertips.

Yeah, I made a monster,

But she fits just right.

She’s got a psycho smile,

And she wants a fight.

That’s the story of my murder—

I killed the girl I used to be.

Say R.I.P.

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I buried all the urges deep,

Roots tangled underneath my feet.

But they clawed up like wicked vines,

Wrapping tight around my spine.

Every button they kept pushin’

Made my halo start combustin’.

Now every scream, every shove I took—

Baby, I wrote them in my storybook.

Fresh out of free passes,

Crimson sunglasses,

They want me soft—

But I’m done wearin’ their glasses.

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Another and another rising up from undercover—

And I’m drowning in the noise of entitled motherfuckers.

They wonder why I bite—

But they built this Frankenstein.

Call a doctor—

She’s growing stronger.

I think I kinda like her.

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If heaven was a saint,

You’d be set on fire,

Rotting with the sinners

And the pretty little liars.

If mercy was a prayer,

You’d poison every wish—

Cigarette burns

On your velvet fingertips.

Yeah, I made a monster,

But she sings like me,

She’s the rage I hid

Since seventeen.

That’s the story of my murder—

I killed the girl I used to be.

Say R.I.P.

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Calm down, girl—

Why you so mad?

(They ask, like they didn’t

Turn my good heart bad.)

Calm down, girl—

Why you see red?

(Guess they forgot everything they did.)

She’s in my shadow,

In my breath,

A resurrection

Made from stress.

And you—

If you knew what I knew,

You’d be angry too.

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If heaven was a saint,

You’d be locked in hell,

Rotting with your secrets

In a rusted cell.

If mercy was a prayer,

You’d twist it ’til it snaps—

Velvet fingertips,

Burned into my back.

Yeah, I made a monster—

But she walks like me,

Talks like me,

Fought like me,

Finally free.

That’s the story of my rebirth—

Not a murder, but a curse reversed.

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Na-na-na…

Mommy, please…

You made me bleed,

Now watch me breathe.

Monster in my shadow…

And she looks just like me.