Pretty Little Psycho Lyrics Novels & Stories

40 Little-angel POV As I stood in the laundry room, a sanctuary of solitude, I found solace in the harmony of my own voice. My heart poured out its desires through that song, releasing the tensions that had been building up within me. As the lyrics flowed effortlessly from my lips, I couldn't help but be consumed by thoughts of my two dear companions and bestfriends, Sunshine and Sunrise. How I longed to be reunited with them, to know that I was missed as much as I missed them.

Eric thought for a while, and then he said, “You can be ‘My Little Pretty! ‘Now get me a bowl of soup, My Little Pretty!” Crystal gazed at her fork on the table. “I don’t like that either,” she grumbled. “Be my baby, be my baby,” Eric sang. It was an old Phil Spector song that had been made popular by The Ronettes in 1963. “Will you be My Little Baby?” “Don’t call me that either,” Crystal hissed. “People will think that I am your child.” Eric chuckled.” My little princess, if you please?” “What is wrong with you?” Crystal hissed.

I shook my body with rhythm of the music before singing. "I'm mad at Disney, Disney, They tricked me, tricked me. Had me wishing on a shooting star." I jumped up and down on bed, and continued singing like a professional singer. "Now I'm twenty something, I still no nothing. But who I am or what I'm not?" I was totally drowning in the euphoric feeling I had for Dylan but now I'm drowning in agony. "So call me a pessimist, But I don't believe in it. Finding a true loves kiss is bullshit.'

How come you praise that bastard Edmund? 'Cause girl, I love them heels, and yeah, I love that dress (aye, girl) I want to take you home, and show you I'm the best (aye) She say she love my lolly She love my lollipop (aye, girl) She say she love my lolly She say she love my Throwing up a G now (G now) Like I'm at a casino (casino) I'm all fancy, yeah, I'm popping Pellegrino

“That girl was a solution! You need to stop sabotaging this!” “The only solution I need is one that doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out. Next.” The last girl scurries out like she’d rather be anywhere but listening to our back-and-forths. For an agonizing long second, it’s just the two of us and the hum of Lewis Capaldi crooning “Someone You Loved” from the corner speaker. The irony isn’t lost on me.

I took out my phone and scrolled to the one photo in the album where Mom was actually smiling. Finally, the boarding call came. Outside the window, Northbridge shrank smaller and smaller behind the plane. I leaned against the glass and closed my eyes. Mom's voice drifted up in my memory, as clear as if she were beside me. 'Ted, sweetheart. Life's like riding a train. Some people get on, some people get off. Don't let it weigh on you too much.' She was right. Mom had gotten off first. Chloe had reached her stop, too. Now, it was my turn to move on to whatever platform came next.

Can't have mine Call me calloused, call me cold You're italic, I'm in bold Call me cocky, watch your tone You better love me 'cause you're just a clone By the way (by the way) You've been uninvited 'Cause all you say (all you say) Are all the same things I did Copycat tryna cop my manner Watch your back when you can't watch mine Copycat tryna cop my glamour Why so sad, bunny? Can't have mine Mine I would hate to see you go Hate to be the one that told you so You just crossed the line You've run out of time I'm so sorry, now you know Sorry I'm the one that told you so Sorry, sorry I'm sorry, sorry Psych By the way You've been uninvited 'Cause all you say Are all the same things I did

I'm dreaming of things, that's making my mind go crazy Small things like When I call you at home and he answers the phone Or I get your machine and I don't hear me When I lie in my bed with the thoughts in my head When we danced and we sang and we laughed all night. Oh the bop bop baby please, don't let me go Can't live my life this way Oh the bop bop baby please, just let me know And put my mind at ease for sure. - Fuck! She was already dancing slowly, one hand on the iPad, one hand raised up high, twirling. Pace of the hips swaying so sensuously to rhyme with the beat and rhythm of the song with her eyes closed like she was lost in the song.

**** **SONG SEQUENCE STARTS** **** [It's a little dirty how the whole thing started I don't even really know what you intended Thought that you were cute and you could make me jealous Poured it down, so I poured it down Next thing that I know I'm in the hotel with you You were talking deep like it was mad love to you You wanted my heart but I just liked your tattoos Poured it down, so I poured it down And now I don't understand it You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth And I know I shouldn't say it

Someone obliged me, and the words started to flash on the screen: “I don’t like your little games I don’t like your tilted stage The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don’t like you,” I barely registered someone running up the stairs, but I kept singing: “But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead I do it all the time,”