(Verse 1)
My sensitivity was never the problem.
The problem was the training —
all the ways I learned
to manage the room
instead of inhabit myself.
I put parts of me in boxes.
Labeled some appropriate.
Labeled some shameful.
Apologized for intensity.
Called myself “too much.”
That was survival.
Sophisticated.
Adaptive.
But it wasn’t truth.
(Pre-Chorus)
Unlearning begins
the moment I trust what I feel.
Not after it’s approved.
Not after it’s polished.
Not after it’s convenient.
Before the prediction.
Before the edit.
Breath steady.
Feet on the floor.
Alive.
(Chorus)
I’m tuned to subtle.
I feel it all — and I stay.
I register tone.
I register shifts.
I notice what moves beneath the surface.
I’m not too much — I just feel.
It’s the way life moves through me.
This range is mine to hold.
(Verse 2)
I used to call sensitivity a liability.
And override sensation.
I sorted my emotions.
Made some acceptable.
Made others disappear.
But how can I know truth
if I’ve already decided
which signals are allowed to speak?
Sensitivity isn’t fragility.
It’s perception.
When I suppress it, it distorts.
When I judge it, it floods.
When I ground in it —
it guides.
(Pre-Chorus 2)
As awareness deepens,
the reactive edges soften.
The surge becomes signal.
The tremble becomes information.
The story loosens.
Breath before reaction.
Space before meaning.
Intuition moves cleaner.
Quieter.
Precise.
I don’t shrink.
I refine.
I discern.
(Chorus)
I’m tuned to subtle.
I feel it all — and I stay.
It’s the way life moves through me.
Not here to harden.
Not here to mute it down.
This range is mine to hold.
I feel it all —
and I stay.
(Bridge)
Stop tidying your emotions.
Stop bracing against being misunderstood.
You will be wrong
in someone else’s eyes.
And true in your own body.
Cast your line.
Trust the current.
You were wired with intention.
An instrument, not an accident.
Let it land.
Let it move.
(Final Chorus)
I’m tuned to subtle.
I feel it all — and I stay.
It’s the way life moves through me.
Not reactive —
responsive.
Not overwhelmed —
awake.
(Outro)
This sensitivity is sovereignty.
Breath steady.
Feet on the floor.
I was built for depth.
I feel it all —
and I stay.
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