Psycho Killers

This Little Psycho used to be chained up, then this Little Psycho ran away.
Then this Little Psycho started plotting, about how they were gonna kill you one day.
Now this Little Psycho is back, to ruin your fucking lives and make you pay.
Isn’t that how the nursery rhyme goes? No? Well, that’s my version.

A full year has gone by, and not once have I managed to stop glancing over my shoulder. The darkness I ran away from has followed me for so long. It has consumed me—it became a part of me—transforming me into someone I never thought I’d be.
Though I have my freedom now, there hasn’t been a single fucking day that I’ve felt free.
They believed they could break us and shatter our fucking spirits, thought I’d come crawling back to them, pleading for their fucking forgiveness.
Yet, with every attempt they made to break me, I found myself healing, piece by piece.
Through love and loss, heartbreak and disaster, my resolve has only grown stronger. Nothing they throw at me can shatter the fragments of my being; I’m already in fucking pieces.
But I’m ready to move forward.
I’m ready to heal.
I’m ready to embrace life alongside the ones who saved me, despite them being the ones who started it all.
There’s only one thing standing in my way: my parents.
Nothing will change until they’re gone—the very ones who set this disastrous journey into motion.
They may have sparked the match that ignited this chaotic train wreck, but I’m gonna be the one to extinguish the fucking flames.
Because in the end, all this Little Psycho really wants is to go home… to the place where she truly belongs.
We are the Psycho Killers, and we make people’s monsters go away.