about me dying all alone?
How could that be,
if you are the one who's lonely?
All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known.
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ...
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking awfully old tonight .
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you,
So, what difference does it make ?
