Pretty When I’m Mad

[smooth_high_end softened_cymbal_transients natural_cymbal_decay balanced_top_end clean_top_end no_digital_harshness balanced_stereo_field] Verse 1 I used to count to ten, hold my breath, start again. Played calm like it made me right, swallowed thunder just to keep the light. You grinned like you knew the script, smiled while you tightened your grip. But the cracks ran clean through the glass, and the woman you built outlasted the mask. Chorus I’m not quiet for comfort, not fragile or bad. You don’t get to praise me then flinch when I push back. I’m done with pretending that grace means holding back. I’m not pretty when I’m perfect — I’m steady when I’m mad. Verse 2 You liked me best when I was small, a nod in heels, that’s all. But I learned to take up space, to walk out instead of beg for grace. You called me bitter, said I changed — truth is, I stopped playing tame. This fire, it’s not for you. It’s the sound of coming through. Chorus I’m not quiet for comfort, not fragile or bad. You don’t get to praise me then flinch when I push back. I’m done with pretending that grace means holding back. I’m not pretty when I’m perfect — I’m steady when I’m mad. Bridge If that shakes you, fine — I’m not here to soften the line. This isn’t fury’s spin, it’s strength wearing my skin. Final Chorus I’m not quiet for comfort, not fragile or bad. You don’t get to cage me then cry when I fight back. I’m not here for approval, I’m not here to be had. I’m not pretty when I’m perfect — I’m steady when I’m mad.