Driving Home

I know the sink

And the rot got feeling: Is this happening to me

And I know what it's like to want to end it all

Driving home between the lines in the road

I swear that I've been through this before

When nothing makes much sense

Except for doing yourself in

Razor blades are hard to hold

When we're

Hit in the heart with

Problems that won't shift

It's hard to admit that we're afraid

When we're

Hit in the head with

Unanswered questions that repeat

How could I ever live after this day

We can take the hits and grow tougher

Collect ourselves to live longer

And find there is no need to be afraid

Because

We all have more to offer

When we struggle to cope with

Whatever it takes to make your days

We all have what it takes to make your days

We all have what it takes to make it home

We all have what it takes