Perfect Person

There is no tenderness here - only sarcasm, teeth, and a reinforced concrete “I decide for myself.” Every line sounds like a slap in the face to an ex who takes too many liberties: checking her phone, whining, making demands.

Instead of tears - laughter and a hard rap beat. Instead of submission, there is a bold choice: “If I want to, I'll give it to you; if I don't, go back to your birds.” This is the soundtrack of revenge in shiny nails: loud, sharp, and with that very spark that will not allow weakness to be confused with strength.