Me/Not Me, I Hope

There's a narrow line between love and hate
But it's glaringly clear to me
It's right there, where I step over from thinking about the feel of your face
And the smell of your hair, and the look of your eyes
To what it'd feel like to be breaking you from the inside
It's been said many times that in every man is a monster
And it's the sad truth that sometimes it is let out
But that's only if I cross the line
And I know there's nothing I want (and everything I hate)
There on the other side.