Whether it's a shot with a gun,
Just to end the pain,
Or a cut on your arm,
Trying to slit your vein,
Whether you starve or purge,
Trying to stop the gain,
Or you take colorful pills,
And try to hide your shame,
Whether it's a needle stuck,
Deep in your arm,
Or a burn or a bruise,
Just to self harm,
Whether it's a drink every night,
So you can feel brave,
Or a smoke every now and then,
Just to calm the crave,
They're all an addiction ,
Because they all hurt the same.