Were All the Same - Stitches

What if everything that we know wasn’t real?

All these guns were made just to kill

An' why do we love popping all these pills?

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We all go through pain

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We all go through pain

We’re all the same

When I look in the mirror

Don’t even know who I am

So many problems in my head you just won’t understand

I’m popping pills just to take away all of the pain

I’m trapped up with the fame I guess it’s just part of the game

I need help

I’ve been talking to myself for two weeks, I even played a game of hide and seek

When I look in the mirror I see a monster when I look in the mirror I see my

father

Suicide I’ve been think bout it lately, Rex I love you but this world got me

crazy

I’m bout to put the gun in my head and pull the trigger and up until December

happens all of you remember

Me as your dad and not a criminal

One day you come and one day you go just make me a promise that you never

follow my footstep

Or my dead body is gonna show up onto your doorstep

What if everything that we know wasn’t real?

All these guns were made just to kill

An' why do we love popping all these pills?

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We all go through pain

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We all go through pain

We’re all the same

He’s gay, he’s black, she’s hooked on crack, don’t judge nobody cause we’re all

the same.

Flesh and bone, live and die no matter what skin colour we multiply

(Fo'real)

Have you felt like the world was on your back

Tryna be a better person but it’s hard to do that

Do you feel like something or someone is holding you back from becoming the one

You’ve been living in the shade tryna get a glimpse of the sun Have you been

reminiscing about everything you’ve done

I have, I’ve been there before thinking bout giving up, I’ve been there before

Hundred Xanax in my hand I’m about to pop em all only question that I got when

I die where will I go

What if everything that we know wasn’t real?

All these guns were made just to kill

An' why do we love popping all these pills?

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We all go through pain

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

We all go through pain

We’re all the same

WE’RE ALL THE SAME

WE’RE ALL THE SAME