| I will light the match this mornin', so I won’t be alone |
| Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone |
| Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I’m free to roam |
| Oh, I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell… |
| How much difference does it make |
| How much difference does it make, yeah… |
| I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm |
| Oh, I’ll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired |
| Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind |
| Hey, I won’t change direction, and I won’t change my mind |
| How much difference does it make |
| Mmm, how much difference does it make… how much difference… |
| I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune |
| I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room |
| How much difference |
| How much difference does it make |