How it feels inside

I reach for words, but they keep falling out of line
My mind speaks in stories, but my mouth stays far behind
And when I try to sing, my voice breaks before the beat
As if my throat is holding back what’s burning underneath

I’m shy with my truth, afraid someone will get it wrong
My words stumble forward, never standing very strong
But in my songs I find a space where my heart can finally speak
Where silence turns to music, soft and honest, warm and weak

My flaws take the long way ‘round, but they colour all my pain
I draw, I write, I sing my world in ways that are only mine again
And even if another voice is singing what I meant to say
Every note still tells my story in its own quiet way

I’m often misunderstood, maybe that’s my fight to face
But the blues gives me a home where I don’t need to explain my place
There I can tremble, there I can break, there I can simply be
And every slow and aching tone whispers: “This is how it feels in me.”

This song tells the story of a man who has spent his whole life wrestling with words — not because he has nothing to say, but because his thoughts are too big, too sensitive, too layered to fit neatly into a few simple sentences. He feels everything deeply, yet speaking those feelings out loud often feels like a battle. Dyslexia, shyness, and a voice that breaks at the very moments that matter most leave him trapped at times inside his own inner world.

But that same inner world is rich, colorful, and creative. When words fail him, images, music, and art take over. He draws, writes, and photographs to express what his voice cannot. His flaws don’t become walls — they become winding paths that lead him to new ways of telling his truth.

In this song, he isn’t searching for perfection. He’s searching for honesty. He shows what it feels like to fear being misunderstood, to doubt his own voice, to break before he even begins. Yet he also shows how music becomes a place where that fear is allowed to exist — and sometimes even fade away.

The blues gives him room. Room to tremble. Room to break. Room to finally sound like who he truly is.

Even though someone else sings his lyrics, every note remains his own truth. The voice becomes a mirror of his emotions, the music a translation of his inner landscape. What he cannot bring himself to say out loud is whispered gently through the melody.

It is a song about vulnerability, but also about strength. About silence turning into music. About fear slowly dissolving. About a man who is not always understood, yet finds in the blues a place where he doesn’t need to explain himself.

This song is his story — honest, raw, soft, and real. A glimpse into how it feels on the inside when words fall short and the music takes over.