Right Eye – Lyrics

Title: Right Eye
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
📱 TikTok: @louicrow

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — RIGHT EYE

This song is a spell born in a livestream. I locked eye with myself for an hour—right eye only. That small act cracked everything open. My hands dropped. My jaw softened. Something ancient looked back through the glass and said: There you are.

This song speaks to the child who trusted the mirror before it was weaponized. The girl who was told to hide her stomach. The soldier who couldn’t hold her own gaze. The wife who blamed her body for someone else’s silence. And the woman who finally looked, wept, and stayed.

Louise Hay cracked the ritual open. MDMA helped me say “I love you” and mean it. But the real ritual? Sitting still. Right eye. No flinching. No fixing. Just presence—feral, holy, alive. This is what healed my shame and quieted the war. This is what gave me back my name.

You don’t need a script. You don’t need a mirror mantra. Just meet your gaze. Don’t look away. The right eye holds the thread.

🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the body-spell ritual and breakdown.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Mirror Hatred Really Is

Mirror hatred is a haunted gaze. It’s the residue of other people’s shame, smeared on glass and carved into your nervous system. It’s ancestral. It’s modern. It’s sold on every screen.

Your stomach became the crime scene. Your skin, the battlefield. You thought if you could just fix it—just clean the glass, smooth the face, shrink the body—you’d finally be safe. But safety never lived in perfection. It lives in presence. And the eye knows.

The right eye doesn’t scan for flaws. It holds the soul steady. Left is the lens of others. Right is the root. When you look in your right eye, you reclaim the one who never needed fixing.

The hidden belief: I must reject myself before they do.

The truth: You were never the enemy. You were the altar.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:

“I stay with me. I become what sees.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH

You don’t have to smile.
You don’t have to speak.
Just look.
And keep looking.
That’s where you live.

🖋 LYRICS — RIGHT EYE

[INTRO]
I used to sit in front of the floor-length glass,
cross-legged, playing, letting hours pass.
My fingers made spells in the mirror dust—
I was silly and quiet, and I knew to trust.
I made faces, whispered secrets, named myself brave,
and the mirror never laughed or tried to behave.

[HOOK]
Look in the right eye, don’t look away.
That’s where the truth lives, that’s where I stay.
Don’t need to fix it, don’t need to try.
I show up for me in my right eye.

[VERSE 1]
She passed through the hallway, just brushing the light,
and her voice cut the air like a flicker of spite.
She said, “Don’t look too long—you’ll hate what you see.”
I smiled like a kid, said, “That won’t be me.”
But something got lodged when she left the room,
a seed in my ribs that started to bloom.
I looked again, and my chest felt tight—
like maybe what she said was right.

[VERSE 2]
Same year, same tone—another sharp sting.
I wore the skirt low, cause it was just the thing.
She stepped in close, pulled my shirt up high,
past my belly button, no warning, no why.
She said: “You can’t wear it like that. You’ve got a fat gullet.”
And I stood there quiet, trying to swallow it.
The mirror behind me said nothing at all,
but I saw my body shrink and my shoulders fall.
From that day forward, I learned the drill—
keep it covered, keep it still.
Baggy clothes, blankets, arms across—
I covered my stomach like it carried the loss.
Stopped breathing deep. Held every sigh.
And I never asked the mirror why.

[VERSE 3]
The mirror stopped smiling. It started to glare.
It watched while I picked at the skin I couldn’t bear.
Acne was brutal. My face turned to fight—
I’d cry while I ripped at it night after night.
No one could stop me, and I didn’t try.
I bled just to feel like I wasn’t a lie.
I’d bully the damage and go back for more,
like maybe I’d find the girl from before.
I started procedures, I started to pay—
I thought if I fixed it, it might go away.
Liposuction, new breasts, face scraped down raw,
looking for worth in the mirror I saw.
And all of it hit when I married too young—
the bulimia, shame, and the war on my tongue.

[VERSE 4]
Binge on whatever I could find in the house,
lock the door quiet and drop to a crouch.
Fingers down my throat, knees on the tile,
throwing up my food with tears and denial.
Toilet was stained, I was gasping and red,
burning tears on my hands and a war in my head.
He was always watching—girls on his phone.
I sat beside him, feeling alone.
We didn’t have sex. We didn’t touch.
And I blamed my body for being too much.
I got sicker each month. My system gave in—
dizzy, in pain, scared of my skin.
Fibromyalgia, IBS, blacking out into walls,
ERs and meds and emergency calls.
I was drowning in pills, stuck in my head,
spitting at mirrors, wishing I was dead.
I wanted to die. I thought it might help.
I thought I was broken. I hated myself.

[HOOK]
Look in the right eye, don’t look away.
That’s where the truth lives, that’s where I stay.
Don’t need to fix it, don’t need to try.
I show up for me in my right eye.

[VERSE 5]
Before the pills. Before the worst of the pain.
Military uniform, crying again.
Bent at the sink, gripping cold steel,
the mirror in front of me too sharp to feel.
A sergeant walked in—she didn’t just pass.
She saw me shaking, eyes locked on the glass.
She held my face with hands so full,
and said, “Look at yourself. You’re beautiful.”
But I lost it—I screamed, shoved her away,
I needed to break, not hear what she'd say.
I never saw her after that night,
but her words still hit like a pulse of light.

[VERSE 6]
Years down the line, I was sick of the fight.
Sick of the patterns, the pills, the sleepless nights.
I found Louise Hay—her voice felt strange,
but something in me was ready to change.
First time I said “I love you,” I was high on molly—
just me and the mirror, the moment was holy.
I cried for an hour. I felt my whole face.
I touched my own skin like a sacred place.
There wasn’t a man. There wasn’t a mask.
Just me saying thank you, for all that I’d asked.
I felt real love. I felt pure and wide.
And I swore I would find her again inside.

[VERSE 7]
It took me some years to come back that deep—
some days I could look, some nights I’d weep.
But I found a way that helped me stay—
I lock in my right eye, and I don’t look away.
I let the silence rise and I sit with it.
I’m not performing. I’m not trying to fix it.
Just quiet now. Just space to be.
Nothing to fix. No enemy.
I stand in the mirror, steady and true.
And for once—I feel like I know what to do.
Sometimes I wink. Sometimes I kiss.
Sometimes I just stare and sit in the bliss.

[HOOK]
Look in the right eye, don’t look away.
That’s where the truth lives, that’s where I stay.
Don’t need to fix it, don’t need to try.
I show up for me in my right eye.