Indifferent Armour
I've travelled this road before
almost like a familiar friend
except, you don't want me
like Ana-Lucia, opening up
when she says "I try, but nobody likes me"
before the bullet, that pinned her to the sofa
I'll follow this road no more
I'll stop right here
take the pain and turn it into hunger
take the hunger and turn it into indifferent armour
your bullets won't touch me
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