Unfaded Inside (Desert Rock Sessions)

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(c) all lyrics by  Faith L.C. 
They keep telling me the crisis comes with age,
some moment where the mirror starts to feel like a cage.

But inside, I'm still the kid who stayed up too late,
laughing at nothing, drifting past the gate.

Life got louder with the things I'm meant to hold,
names to protect, stories I don't want retold.
But deep beneath the weight I learned to hide,
there's a part of me untouched — still bright inside.

Maybe growing older isn't what they said,
maybe it's just carrying what the world once fed.

I've still got youth living under my ribs,
quiet but real, rising from the deep.
I don't need a crisis to tell me who I am —
I just need the space to feel myself breathe.

And yeah… sometimes I wish I had one more shot,
to be young again
and feel what I forgot.

I watch friends around me fall into the fog,
searching for the years they think they lost.
Trying to chase back a version long gone,
buying old dreams like something done wrong.

And I wonder if I'm strange for not drowning like they do,
for walking steady through what they call "breaking through."
But somewhere behind the grown-up I've had to provide,
that younger flame still moves — and never died.

Not every fading moment needs a cure,
NOT EVERY SHADOW MEANS WE'RE UNSURE.

I've still got youth living under my ribs,
quiet but real, rising from the deep.
I don't need a crisis to tell me who I am —
I just need the room to let myself breathe.

And yeah… sometimes I wish I had one more shot,
to be young again
and feel what I forgot.

If I could go back, I wouldn't change the past —
I'd just open my eyes more,
let the moments last.

Not to chase a story,
not to stay behind —

JUST TO LIVE IT LOUDER,
FEEL IT ALL THIS TIME,
WITH THE SAME BRIGHT MIND!

I've still got youth living under my ribs,
quiet but real, rising from the deep.
I don't need a crisis to tell me who I am —
I just need the time to hear myself breathe.

AND MAYBE IT'S TRUE — I'M OLDER ON THE OUTSIDE…
BUT INSIDE, I STILL SHINE!

Growing older doesn't kill the light—
some fires burn forever bright.
I'm still here, I'm still alive,
unfaded inside.

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(c) all lyrics by Faith L.C. They keep telling me the crisis comes with age, some moment where the mirror starts to feel like a cage. But inside, I'm still the kid who stayed up too late, laughing at nothing, drifting past the gate. Life got louder with the things I'm meant to hold, names to protect, stories I don't want retold. But deep beneath the weight I learned to hide, there's a part of me untouched — still bright inside. Maybe growing older isn't what they said, maybe it's just carrying what the world once fed. I've still got youth living under my ribs, quiet but real, rising from the deep. I don't need a crisis to tell me who I am — I just need the space to feel myself breathe. And yeah… sometimes I wish I had one more shot, to be young again and feel what I forgot. I watch friends around me fall into the fog, searching for the years they think they lost. Trying to chase back a version long gone, buying old dreams like something done wrong. And I wonder if I'm strange for not drowning like they do, for walking steady through what they call "breaking through." But somewhere behind the grown-up I've had to provide, that younger flame still moves — and never died. Not every fading moment needs a cure, NOT EVERY SHADOW MEANS WE'RE UNSURE. I've still got youth living under my ribs, quiet but real, rising from the deep. I don't need a crisis to tell me who I am — I just need the room to let myself breathe. And yeah… sometimes I wish I had one more shot, to be young again and feel what I forgot. If I could go back, I wouldn't change the past — I'd just open my eyes more, let the moments last. Not to chase a story, not to stay behind — JUST TO LIVE IT LOUDER, FEEL IT ALL THIS TIME, WITH THE SAME BRIGHT MIND! I've still got youth living under my ribs, quiet but real, rising from the deep. I don't need a crisis to tell me who I am — I just need the time to hear myself breathe. AND MAYBE IT'S TRUE — I'M OLDER ON THE OUTSIDE… BUT INSIDE, I STILL SHINE! Growing older doesn't kill the light— some fires burn forever bright. I'm still here, I'm still alive, unfaded inside.

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