Our differences make us the same
like blinding ice and gentle rain,
like brussels sprouts & beef chow mein
our differences make us the same.

Our choices fill us with regret.
Which to love and which forget?
Punch the clock, miss the sunset,
our choices fill us with regret.

Our letting gos break our hearts.
Our holding ons prolong our darks.
Our giving ups put out our sparks.
Our letting gos break our hearts,
and we are not alone.