Armadura

Made of metal
The city reflects
On my attire

All equally lonely
Between the noise and inertia

Sometimes I just want
Some contact
Time
Enough to feel like I'm doing something
Something that makes me special
(Someone who makes me special)

I take off my armor
I'm exposed
I'm in doubt
What I pretended to be
Melts at my feet
I take off my armor
I'm exposed, I'm in doubt
There's only organs and skin
And so I let myself fall
Feet tired of running

Made of glass
The city

I see it
The secret life
Crumbles
Bright crust

All equally lonely
Wearing their bones on the outside