My Shell

It's on nights like this when no one holds me,
Looks at me, nor cares about me; I'm free.
I'm no longer confined within you;
I'm out of the limits that people sew.

I'm lonely, happy in my loneliness,
I look into myself, there's my solace.
I pull my shell closer, grow within it;
I'm everywhere, but I fail to exist.

On nights like this no one thinks of me.
I look into myself, it's you I see;
I pine for your hands, which can rescue me,
Break my shell, let me grow, render me free.