It'd be safer, to hate him,
than to love him and to lose him.
It'd be safer to hate him all around.

And nobody knows what it's like
to live and die on the inside.
Nobody knows what it's like
to be one of a kind.

When we die, do we feel alive?
When we die..do we feel alive?

It'd be safer, to hate him,
than to love him and to lose him.
It'd be safer to hate him all around.
And nobody knows what it's like
to live and die on the inside.
Nobody knows.