5. ENOUGH

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Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

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He reached for my body again.
I reached for the knife.
That's the last time.

[VERSE 1]
Fluorescents buzz like a threat on low—
Lookin' at shirts, just stayin' alone.
He walks up, talks ink on my skin,
Says I'm bold, then dips with a grin.
Pumpin' gas—he's there again.
Says, "Ride me to dinner? I'm meeting a friend."
I say sure. We park. Just wait.
He checks his phone, says plans changed late.
"Wanna grab food? You seem cool."
I nod. Swallow heat like a fool.
He rants—his ex was a leech, a lie.
I say mine made me wish I would die.
We swapped red flags like it made us safe.
Trauma bond shaped like a dinner plate.
It's cold as sin. What girl leaves a man to the wind?
And I let him in.

[CHORUS]
Hands where I can see them.
Back where I don't feel them.
This is not your kingdom.
I am not your victim.
I've had enough. I've had enough.
Hands off. Back up. I've had enough.
What part of that still wasn't enough?

[VERSE 2]
Now we're in my space, my walls, my breath—
But the air turns sharp like a threat.
I'm starting to realize… he's not leaving.
After small talk he tries to kiss me.
His hand slides up—like I asked for it… grip.
I shove him hard, but I can't just dip.
My purse—on the counter, I scan, I stall—
Inch toward it, then hide it under.
Grip the blade from the kitchen drawer.
Tuck it low. Not prey, today I'm war.
He climbs again—I flash the steel.
That night I learned how no feels real.
Thought he was gone. Door sealed like a tomb.
Then the knob turns slow from inside the room.
No knock, just the twist of the handle—tick-tock.
I became silence inside the lock.

Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.

[BRIDGE]
Flashback flickers. Skin goes tight.
Hallway hums like a pilot light.
Twist that handle, I won't fold.
Try that knock, my grip's on hold.
You brought the war. I became the bomb.
I don't need proof—I've felt enough.
Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough.

[CHORUS]
Hands where I can see them.
Back where I don't feel them.
This is not your kingdom.
I am not your victim.
I've had enough. I've had enough.
Hands off. Back up. I've had enough.
What part of that still wasn't enough?

[OUTRO]
No more.
Not this time.
I'll take your breath before you take mine.

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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