See Past My Face

[ Lyrics ]

See past my face — there’s a storm behind my eyes.

You kissed me slow in the kitchen light,
like you weren’t just hunting for a highlight.
No filters needed, no angles to frame —
you sat with my silence, didn’t rush to take aim.
I braced for the compliment, the line, the sweet hook,
but you just said, 'You seem… like a whole other book.'
I laughed like it’s nothing, but I nearly came apart —
no one’s ever read me like a pulse, like a heart.

So don’t praise my skin, don’t memorize my waist,
I’ve been loved for the surface — I need more than a trace.
Just stay when the shine fades, when the glow loses flame,
prove you want the weight, not the window, not the name.

See past my face — there’s a storm behind my eyes,
layers in the quiet, oceans in the 'I’m fine.'
See past my grace — I’m more than poise and lies,
I’ve been seen, but never known in real life.

I’ve had hands on my body that never touched the roots,
they praised the bloom but ignored the truth:
the nights I rewrote hooks 'til my voice cracked at three,
the times I smiled through a storm just to seem easy.
You asked about the scar on my elbow — not the one on my cheek,
that’s the first time, baby, I didn’t feel weak.
You said, 'Tell me the rest,' like you’d stay for the long route,
and for a second, I let myself… let myself out.

So don’t box me in gold, don’t call me 'the one',
I’ve been put on a shelf, not invited to come.
Just say you see me — not the myth they create,
look into the cracks, don’t look away.

See past my face — there’s a storm behind my eyes,
layers in the quiet, oceans in the 'I’m fine.'
See past my grace — I’m more than poise and lies,
I’ve been seen, but never known in real life.

I’m not a moment for your screen, your flex, your boast,
I’m the girl who fought for her voice while they loved her most.
So take the whole mess — the doubt, the drive, the fight,
I don’t need your fantasy — I need someone to see the light…

See past my face — there’s a storm behind my eyes,
yes, the storm is real, but I’m learning to fly.
See past my grace — I’m not here to comply,
I’ve been seen, but I’m finally known tonight.

See past my face… 
just see me.