Clear Eyes

[ Lyrics ]

Clear eyes… full heart…

I know who I am.

Backstage mirror, no more lines to rehearse,
my face is mine now, not a brand in reverse.
Used to paint my pain like it was pretty, for clicks,
now I wear my truth like a jacket that fits.
No filter on the fear, no gloss on the scars,
just the girl from Echo Park with the guitar and the bars.
That A&R said ‘lose the soul, keep the beat,’
but the beat was the lie—this song’s my heartbeat.

The comments said I’d crack, said I’d fade, said I’d fold,
but I built this from the ashes of stories I was told.
No permission, no trend, no borrowed face—
just my voice in the dark, finding its place.

Clear eyes, full heart, I know who I am.
No performance, no mask, just the plan in my hands.
Used to search for the light in the eyes of the crowd,
now the light’s in my chest, and it’s burning it loud.
Clear eyes, full heart—no disguise, no art.
Just the truth of the girl who refused to fall apart.

Remember 3 a.m., when I cried into mics?
Told myself I was wasting my time, told myself I’d die
before anyone heard it. Now strangers sing back,
word for word, breath for breath, like they felt every crack.
My people in the front row—photographer, writer,
my producer on the side smiling, thinking, ‘She did it.’
This ain’t fame, this ain’t luck, this is faith that I kept,
the kind silence builds when the world finally steps.

I don’t need the spotlight if I carry my flame,
don’t need six-digit likes if I feel my own name.
No more scrolling through ghosts, no more selling my soul—
it’s my story, my sound, and it’s finally whole.

Clear eyes, full heart, I know who I am.
No performance, no mask, just the plan in my hands.
Used to search for the light in the eyes of the crowd,
now the light’s in my chest, and it’s burning it loud.
Clear eyes, full heart—no disguise, no art.
Just the truth of the girl who refused to fall apart.

The mirror test? I passed it.
The grind? I embraced it.
The fall? I outgrew it.
The truth? I re-made it.
No more script, no more stage fright,
just the girl in the light—
and the light’s not above me.
It’s me.

Clear eyes, full heart, I know who I am.

No performance, no mask, just the plan in my hands.

Used to search for the light in the eyes of the crowd,
now the light’s in my chest, and it’s burning it loud.
Clear eyes, full heart—no disguise, no art.
Just the truth of the girl who refused to fall apart.

Clear eyes…

I know who I am.

Yeah… I know.