I will light the match this mornin' so I won't be alone.
Watch as she lies silent, for soon that will be gone.
I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam.
I will make my way through one more day in Hell.
How much difference does it make?

I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm.
I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired.
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind.
I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind.
How much difference does it make?

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?

Eddie Vedder

P.S. me e preferuara