Vent

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