You know the bed feels warmer sleeping here alone. You know I dream in colour, and do the things I want. You think you got the best of me, think you had the last laugh, bet you think that everything good is gone, think you left me broken down, think that I'd come running back, baby you don't know me, cause you're dead wrong. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger  stand a little taller, doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone. What doesn't kill you makes a fighter, footsteps even lighter, doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone.