I live in a shell
I move, carrying my shell with me

I live in a shell
I’m afraid I’m not going to survive if I get out of it.

I live in a shell
I only take my head out so I can see the world out there

I move this slow because I’m carrying my shell with me
The world out there is crazy
This shell I carry seems to be the safest place to stay
And it is safe, but
Some of my friends and family members died in their shells
Ran over by cars or simply because the time had finished eating them
I wish I could get out of this shell
I wish I could fly
Explore the world a little bit faster
What is it like in my friend's shell?
They are probably wondering the same
No one other than me has ever been in my shell
Not that I don’t want to let them in
It was designed to be just for me
My own private shell
My solitary
My own private jail