That day

That day, that day...

What a mess what a marvel
I walked into that cloud again

And I lost myself

And I'm sad, sad, sad
Small, alone, scared
Craving purity

A fragile mind and
A gentle spirit

That day, that day
What a marvellous mess
This is all that I can do

I'm done to be me

Sad, scared, small,
alone, beautiful
It's supposed to be like this

I accept everything
It's supposed to be like this

That day, that day
I lay down beside myself

In this feeling of
pain, sadness
Scared, small,

climbing, crawling
Towards the light
And it's all I see and
I'm tired and I'm right

And I'm wrong...

...and it's beautiful.