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. The glass stopped being glass. It became a gate.
Something ancient looked back and said: There you are.

It’s a series of mirror moments in my life—significant events that shifted how I see my reflection. Not all stories could fit, obviously, but this song captures a little of what the mirror saw. Each verse is a fragment of that long stare: innocence, distortion, and return.

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 actions. 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 for the first time. But the real ritual? Sitting still. Right eye. No flinching. No fixing. Just presence. No costumes, no affirmations—just raw sight.
This is what heals my shame and quiets 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. Hold until the tremor softens. Hold until the eye stops judging. The right eye holds the thread.

🔽 (Keep scrolling for the full lyrics.)

🔥 MIRROR HATRED

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. The right eye is where self meets source. It’s the part of you that never believed the lie. 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.

🗣️ CROW AFFIRMATION
“I stay with me. I become what sees.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH
You don’t have to smile.
You don’t have to speak.
You don’t have to like you, yet.
Just look.
And keep looking.
That’s where you live.

🪞 HOW TO BEGIN

Start small. You don’t need to light candles or chant—just breathe.
But if ritual helps you feel safe, try this:

1. Dim the lights. Darkness softens the self-critic. A candle or salt lamp is enough.

2. Use a handheld mirror if a full-length feels too loud. The smaller the glass, the closer the truth.

3. Breathe into the belly. Feel it rise. Feel it fall. Let the breath make space where tension used to live.

4. Right eye only. Don’t worry about perfection—just meet it. If your gaze trembles, that’s holy.

5. Stay until the breath evens. No mantras, no forced smiles. Just look. You’ll know when the mirror exhales back.

Every session is a reunion. Maybe sometimes you’ll cry, sometimes you’ll laugh, sometimes you’ll just sit there blank. All of it counts.

🖤 RIGHT-EYE BLESSING

May the mirror wait without judgment.
May the right eye hold steady through the tremor.
May the breath remember the body is holy.
May the reflection soften until it speaks your true name.
And may you finally see what never left—
the one who has always been watching with love.

💭 FAQ — MIRROR PRACTICE

Why the right eye?
The right eye links to the left brain—the place that judges, measures, and compares. When you look there, you’re teaching that part to soften. It’s less emotional, more analytical—so meeting it eye-to-eye helps logic remember compassion.

What if I can’t look?
Then don’t. Sit near the mirror instead. Let your breath touch the glass before your gaze does. The mirror will wait. Even presence counts.

What if I cry?
Your body needs the release. Tears mean something in you has been seen. Let them fall. They’re proof the gate opened.

What if I feel nothing?
Stay anyway. Numbness is a guard dog—it just needs time to trust you.

What if I feel angry?
Good. That’s power waking up. Anger is just pain with its voice back.
Don’t swallow it—breathe through it. Let your face stay soft, your hands unclench.
You’re not doing it wrong. You’re thawing.

🧠 BODY & BRAIN

Sustained eye contact activates mirror neurons—the brain’s way of recognizing connection.
It quiets the amygdala, softens self-threat, and brings your nervous system into regulation.
Science calls it co-regulation.

🖋 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.