The Lyrical Genesis: This is the INFJ’s double-edged sword: the ability to see past words, past faces, past everything someone tries to hide, then feel it as if it’s your own. It’s not a choice. It’s like standing in a storm with no umbrella, collecting the silent pain that no one else seems to notice. It’s why big rooms can feel like battlefields, and why even quiet conversations can leave you aching. This song is the truth of that gift: it’s empathy that runs so deep, it hurts. *** [Intro] "I walk in quiet. But the noise finds me. It always finds me." [Verse 1] You talk about the weather, but your eyelids twitch, Like your calm's been stitched with a nervous glitch. I don’t need your words, I read your stance, Your sideways glance, that subtle dance. Your voice says “fine,” but your fingers clench, Your smile leaks secrets through tightened lips. People lie out loud, but their bodies confess And I collect it all, a cursed kind of gift. [Hook] I feel too much. Yeah, I feel too much. Every heartbeat hits me, Every hush, every rush. I feel too much. Can't shut it down. Your silent scream Becomes my sound. "Feel too much… feel too much…" [Verse 2] Crowds cloud me. Too loud, too proud, too pressed My empathy's a flood and it won’t let me rest. People pass with their pain dressed in silence, But I sense it. Tense with it. Dance with their violence. You ever hear a room cry when no one's weepin’? "I do. All day. Even when I’m sleepin’." And it’s not that I want to feel this deep It’s that emotion walks in, and my boundaries leap. [Bridge] "I’ve cried for killers. Yeah. Let that sit. 'Cause when the motive hits home, You feel every bit." "Not excusin’ the harm, But I get the belief. And that kind of knowing? It don’t bring peace." [Hook] I feel too much. I bleed too wide. Don’t know where you end And I collide. I feel too much. It’s not by choice. The crowd gets loud Inside my voice. [Verse 3] Debate me? I’ll nod but I feel both sides. And inside I divide till my compass dies. I don’t pick teams, I become their ache, Which truth do I serve when both hearts break? Room of five? I survive. Room of ten? I pretend. More than that, and I’m gone "Just a vessel, passed on." "I don’t fear people. I fear the cost. Of every borrowed feeling That leaves me lost." [Final Hook] I feel too much. I do. I do. "Even now... I’m feelin’ you."
