Driving Home کے بول

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