what difference does it make?

[Só mais uma juro. Mas a poesia do Morrisey é como a cereja... E é já um vício antigo. E uma virtude pública, até. ]

WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE ?
The Smiths

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 ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight

(...)
But no more apologies
No more, no more apologies
Oh, I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you

Oh, my sacred one ...