My mind’s a room with the lights flickering
High highs, low lows, can’t tell what I’m feeling
Some days I’m fire, some days I’m numb
I make promises I can’t outrun
I’ve loved too loud, I’ve burned too fast
Built my own storms, then prayed they’d pass
I’ve been my worst enemy, hands on the wheel
Crashing my heart just to see if I feel
Pre-Chorus
I wore my wounds like I earned them
Called survival “being strong”
But I was bleeding in silence
Trying to fix what was wrong
Chorus
I’m unsteady, I’m broken, I’m learning my name
I caused my own chaos, I fed my own pain
But Jesus stepped in when I couldn’t be found
Loved me steady while my world spun around
Yeah I’m messy, complicated, a walking war
But He never flinched when He saw my scars
I didn’t find Him when I got it together
He found me right here, in the storm, in the weather
Verse 2
I talk to God in the middle of spirals
With mascara tears and unanswered titles
I say “I’m fine” when I’m barely okay
Then laugh too loud just to keep it away
I know the patterns, I know the signs
Still fall back into the same old fights
I’ve hurt myself more than anyone else
Still He calls me His, not someone else
Pre-Chorus
I tried to outrun my reflection
Tried to drown out the noise
But mercy was louder
Than all of my choices
Chorus
I’m unsteady, I’m honest, I’m tired, I’m real
I’ve wrecked my own heart trying not to feel
But Jesus stayed close when I pushed Him away
Held me through nights I didn’t think I’d survive
Yeah I’m faith and fear in the very same breath
Hope in my hands, anxiety in my chest
I didn’t heal before He loved me
He loved me first—and that’s what healed me
Bridge
He met me in the spinning
He sat with me in the lows
He didn’t ask me to be stable
He just asked me to come close
When my thoughts turned violent
When shame screamed the loudest
Grace spoke softer—but stronger
And somehow I still heard it
I’m not fixed, I’m forgiven
I’m not calm, but I’m known
I’m still learning how to live here
But I’m not doing it alone
Outro
So if my worship shakes and my faith feels wild
If my praise sounds like a cry, not a smile
Just know—He understands
He found me like this…
And He still calls me His.