so it s been a bad day everything seems grey my upstairs is out of place i need to be by myself rely on no one else only i can erase the slate all of the walls i ve built to protect me seem to fall down all around and i see things so differently down is the taste of the day but things will change i can be strong and keep my head up time all i need is some time by myself i need to go where there is no one to come and try to find me my feelings must open up and vent breathe all of the walls i ve built to protect me seem to fall down all around and i see things so differently down is the taste of the day but things will change i can be strong beat frustration keep my head up and accept my feelings now so there will be better days sacred getaways are the means of my escape then i will collect my thoughts or lose them if i choose i control this game