“ would it make a difference if i was different, would you care if i mattered? can it happen over night? are you willing to rather? why can you just not? do you have to bother? would it make a difference if you were not? why am i shattered? am i the one who’s right? you’re madder than the hatter, wish i may, wish i might! why is that, why not?

would it make a difference if i was torn to bits? would you care if it were true? oh the things you would do? that fearful night, so dark and so weary; we had two fits, and come to figure; find out, it was you.. i was in pain and so leary, unloved cold and in a trance;

would it make a difference if i was different, would you stop the tears? why does this happen, we face what we fear. loathing and love, pure was the true; she’s not an old lady nor lives in a shoe; time is ticking, just like a clock; though it isn’t the difference of the hickory dock?

it is the difference that i have made in you “