Well, I'm thankful for the people Who told me I'm not enough 'Cause sometimes lies are what can help us find the truth The truth that we all want the same thing To belong and to be loved But we've been callused, bruised, and lied to, so we give up But the older I get, The quicker the sand in the hourglass seems to drop And I realized it's a waste of time faking the answers To be seen and known, learning to accept growth, And laughing through sorrow is all that we hope To the heroes, hookers, pastors, and pilots To the murderers and those who'd never lie Please, recognize you're more the same than different 'Cause at the end of the day, everybody cries To the heroes, hookers, pastors, and pilots To the murderers and those who'd never lie Please, recognize you're more the same than different 'Cause at the end of the day, everybody cries Yes, at the end of the day, everybody cries To the dreamers, deadbeats, mothers, and Martyrs To the adulterers and those who fear the night Please, recognize you're more the same than different 'Cause at the end of the day, everybody dies