Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m tired of explaining
why my head won’t rest
I wear a hard face
but it’s all a mess
I keep the door locked
keep the words in line
smile like I’m fine
then I fall behind
[Pre-Chorus]
If you looked once
you’d see the strain
all the little bruises
I never say
And I keep hoping
for a quiet kind of light
that lands on me
and gets it right
[Chorus]
Look at me once
look at me once
(look at me once)
See all the hidden parts
See what I guard so hard
Look at me once
look at me once
(and don’t look away)
[Verse 2]
I’m tired of pretending
I can carry this alone
every room gets smaller
when I come back home
My hands stay busy
my mouth stays small
I leave the worst of me
behind the wall
[Pre-Chorus]
If you looked once
you’d know my name
under the laughter
under the shame
And I keep hoping
for a quiet kind of light
that lands on me
and gets it right
[Chorus]
Look at me once
look at me once
(look at me once)
See all the hidden parts
See what I guard so hard
Look at me once
look at me once
(and don’t look away)
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m not
as hard as I seem
maybe I’m just
too scared to be seen
So if you stay
stay close, stay near
I’ve been a locked room
for way too many years
[Final Chorus]
Look at me once
look at me once
(look at me once)
See all the hidden parts
See what I guard so hard
Look at me once
look at me once
(and don’t look away)
Look at me once
look at me once
(say you understand)
Details
GeneratedMay 19, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Indie rock, mid-tempo with a driving tom-and-snare pulse and jangly, slightly overdriven guitars; verse stays intimate with sparse bass and muted palm-mute chords, pre-chorus opens into rising harmony stacks and a filtered crash swell, chorus lands wide with ringing guitars and a steady backbeat. Breathy close-mic lead vocal, doubled on the hook with fragile gang harmonies and a few cracked ad-libs. Tape hiss, reverse-guitar lifts, and a short cymbal bloom between sections. Bright but worn-in mix, raw and human., indie rock
Credits
Prompt by
Rin
RinModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I’m tired of explaining why my mind hurts. I just want someone to look at me once and understand every part I keep hidden., indie rock
