Eye of the Storm (Dark Alternative Edit)

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It keeps in quiet, doesn't knock or call,
just this weight that makes the ceiling feel too small,
my chest gets tight, my thoughts go loud,
every exit blocked by an invisible crowd.

I know the script, I've been here before,
but knowing doesn't stop me from eyeing the door,
it's not rational, it's not even real —
but in that moment, it's all I feel.

I can't do this, I can't stay,
everything's too much, I need to break away.
Run, hide, disappear, I don't care where —
just get me out of here, I can't breathe this air.

IN THE EYE OF THE STORM,
WHERE EVERYTHING'S TOO LOUD, TOO CLOSE, TOO WARM,
I'M DROWNING IN A MOMENT THAT WON'T LAST,
BUT IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN IT HITS THAT FAST.

I KNOW IT'S A LIE, I KNOW IT WILL PASS,
BUT RIGHT NOW I'M BREAKING UNDER THE GLASS.

Then it fades — like it always does,
leaves me standing, wondering what that even was,
I check the damage, see what broke,
turns out it was just smoke.

I feel foolish for the panic in my bones,
for thinking I needed to burn it all and run alone,
but shame's a poor companion for survival,
so I let it go, wait for the next arrival.

It'll come again, I know the signs,
that tightening grip, that blurring of lines.
But for now, I'm here, I'm standing still,
rode the wave, survived the spill.

IN THE EYE OF THE STORM,
WHERE EVERYTHING'S TOO LOUD, TOO CLOSE, TOO WARM,
I WAS DROWNING IN A MOMENT THAT DIDN'T LAST,
IT FELT LIKE FOREVER, BUT IT MOVED TOO FAST.

I KNEW IT WAS A LIE, I KNEW IT WOULD PASS,
NOW I'M PICKING UP THE PIECES OF THE SHATTERED GLASS.

These moments don't define me,
they just visit sometimes,
sharp and sudden, loud and blinding,
then they leave me here, still climbing.

I don't fight them anymore,
I just let them crash and roar,
they burn bright, they burn fast —
and like everything else, they never last.

IN THE EYE OF THE STORM,
I LEARNED TO BREATHE WHEN IT GETS TOO WARM.
IT STILL HITS HARD, IT STILL FEELS REAL,
BUT I KNOW THE TRUTH BENEATH WHAT I FEEL.

IT'S JUST A MOMENT, IT'S JUST A WAVE,
I'VE SURVIVED BEFORE — I'LL DO IT AGAIN TODAY.

The storm will come, the storm will go,
and I'll be here — that much I know.
Overwhelmed but never broken,
just another truth that didn't need to be spoken.

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(c) all lyrics by Faith L.C. It keeps in quiet, doesn't knock or call, just this weight that makes the ceiling feel too small, my chest gets tight, my thoughts go loud, every exit blocked by an invisible crowd. I know the script, I've been here before, but knowing doesn't stop me from eyeing the door, it's not rational, it's not even real — but in that moment, it's all I feel. I can't do this, I can't stay, everything's too much, I need to break away. Run, hide, disappear, I don't care where — just get me out of here, I can't breathe this air. IN THE EYE OF THE STORM, WHERE EVERYTHING'S TOO LOUD, TOO CLOSE, TOO WARM, I'M DROWNING IN A MOMENT THAT WON'T LAST, BUT IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN IT HITS THAT FAST. I KNOW IT'S A LIE, I KNOW IT WILL PASS, BUT RIGHT NOW I'M BREAKING UNDER THE GLASS. Then it fades — like it always does, leaves me standing, wondering what that even was, I check the damage, see what broke, turns out it was just smoke. I feel foolish for the panic in my bones, for thinking I needed to burn it all and run alone, but shame's a poor companion for survival, so I let it go, wait for the next arrival. It'll come again, I know the signs, that tightening grip, that blurring of lines. But for now, I'm here, I'm standing still, rode the wave, survived the spill. IN THE EYE OF THE STORM, WHERE EVERYTHING'S TOO LOUD, TOO CLOSE, TOO WARM, I WAS DROWNING IN A MOMENT THAT DIDN'T LAST, IT FELT LIKE FOREVER, BUT IT MOVED TOO FAST. I KNEW IT WAS A LIE, I KNEW IT WOULD PASS, NOW I'M PICKING UP THE PIECES OF THE SHATTERED GLASS. These moments don't define me, they just visit sometimes, sharp and sudden, loud and blinding, then they leave me here, still climbing. I don't fight them anymore, I just let them crash and roar, they burn bright, they burn fast — and like everything else, they never last. IN THE EYE OF THE STORM, I LEARNED TO BREATHE WHEN IT GETS TOO WARM. IT STILL HITS HARD, IT STILL FEELS REAL, BUT I KNOW THE TRUTH BENEATH WHAT I FEEL. IT'S JUST A MOMENT, IT'S JUST A WAVE, I'VE SURVIVED BEFORE — I'LL DO IT AGAIN TODAY. The storm will come, the storm will go, and I'll be here — that much I know. Overwhelmed but never broken, just another truth that didn't need to be spoken.

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