Inside my head, there’s a storm no one sees, A labyrinth fading away in the breeze. I try to capture it, put it in words, Translating a chaos that no one else hears. They catch only half and they fill in the rest, Turning a start to a finished arrest. And they hand me answers, all packaged and small, Like I don't know how to survive at all. 'Cause I speak a language the world cannot trace, Walking alone in this shadowy space. They look at my face, but they miss all the fight, The heavy complexity worn out of sight. No, they don't see the core or the pain in my soul, They only spot where I lost my control. It's a battle inside that nobody knows: The storm underneath, and the silence it throws. They tell me: "Just flip the switch, let it all go", And suddenly I'm feeling foolish and low. Because I don't fit in their neat little box, With ready-made fixes and standardized locks. My world is too deep, with too many layers, And their quick little answers just shatter my prayers... no, they don't help at all. And they hand me answers, all packaged and small, Like I don't know how to survive at all. 'Cause I speak a language the world cannot trace, Walking alone in this shadowy space. They look at my face, but they miss all the fight, The heavy complexity worn out of sight. No, they don't see the core or the pain in my soul, They only spot where I lost my control. It's a battle inside that nobody knows: The storm underneath, and the silence it throws. Nobody has to fix it, nobody has to heal, Just look at the truth of what I have to feel. So for a second... just for a breath, I could feel understood. See the storm... See the fight. It's not as simple as you think. ...Deep inside.
