Slam the door, crank the sound—

It’s meltdown o’clock in this glitter ghost town.

Lipstick warpaint, fists full of tears,

We’re throwing tantrums instead of cheers.

Mom said, “Act your age,” so I kicked the chair,

Spilled my soda on the carpet—don’t care!

Tried to be sweet, now I’m bitter and loud,

I’m the queen of the freak-out, head in the clouds.

Punching pillows, screaming “Why me?”

With cupcakes and chaos for company.

It’s not a phase, it’s emotional art,

So bring your baggage and a bleeding heart!

It’s a tantrum party, break the rules,

We cry in corners and dance like fools.

No fake smiles, no sugarcoat—

We laugh, we scream, we barely float.

Glitter in my hair, mascara’s a mess—

This breakdown’s dressed to impress!

Yeah, it’s a tantrum party, come as you are,

Bring your rage, your love, your emotional scars.

I tore my tights and I like the look,

Burned my diary, but kept the hook.

Streamed our breakup on my story feed,

Tagged your name just to watch you bleed.

I’m too much and not enough,

So I made confetti out of all that stuff.

No need for calm, no silent song—

We’ll scream like banshees all night long!

It’s a tantrum party, break the rules,

We cry in corners and dance like fools.

No fake smiles, no sugarcoat—

We laugh, we scream, we barely float.

Glitter in my hair, mascara’s a mess—

This breakdown’s dressed to impress!

Yeah, it’s a tantrum party, come as you are,

Bring your rage, your love, your emotional scars.

I threw a toast at the chandelier,

Yelled “cheers to regrets!” and disappeared.

Popped balloons with a lipstick knife,

Said, “Here’s to chaos—this is life.”

Painted my sadness in neon streaks,

Screamed into pillows for therapy weeks.

Shhh… hush now… oh wait, SCREW THAT—

I’ll scream in your face in a birthday hat!

This isn’t healing, it’s riot therapy,

So pass the cake and cry with me.

It’s a tantrum party, no control,

We’re the broken dolls with rock n’ roll.

Kiss your comfort zone goodbye—

We’re chaos queens who never cry dry.

With ripped-up dreams and eyeliner fights,

We set this mess on fire tonight.

It’s a tantrum party, and we own this pain—

Screaming through glitter like acid rain.

Clean up tomorrow…

Maybe.

YEAH!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

BREAK IT AAAAAAALL!!!!!