The Difference Is

Walkin' along on the side of the road,
It's windy, windy, windy and bitter cold,
There's rings under my eyes,
Rings under my eyes.

The difference is,
I haven't count myself out.

I heard somebody say that I look too thins,
"He's just wasted potential of what he could have been,
Remember how good he was?
Remember how good he was?"

Our eyes meet twice and I know she sees,
Her soft bare foot would be enough for me.
Her mouth is watery and wet,
How could I forget?

The difference is,
I haven't count myself out.