I'd rather be lonely
Than locked in a cell
With a bunch of nice people
That I know all too well

I'd rather be cold
Than closed in doors
In a stuffy old house
Where everything's a bore

Rather die thirsty
Than drowned in tears
Crying and drinking
My heart full of fear

Rather die hungry
Than feasting on lies
Give me one drop of truth
I cannot deny

Rather have bad dreams
Than lay awake
Tossing and turning
My mind afraid

Rather run for my life
Than be stuck in a hole
Staring at the sky
Another lonely soul