With a jacket upon my form I feel ever so safe Blue, grey, red Never white My days continue And my mind in flight I feel shielded from the world Walled from reality With a turtleneck pulled to my chin I can face all things Even if I’m in a match And the fighting bell rings My parents urge me To left go of my jackets But to remove my jacket— To remove my shell I am left open to the elements And that’s a different kind of hell But I’m doing better now I’m wearing more clothes I can express myself— I’m talking more than I used to Of course, I still have my jacket; my shell And I’m also sure you do