You leave me at the side of the road to die What doesn't kill you makes you stronger You don't need me anymore to listen to your lies I won't be no fool for you any longer What doesn't kill makes you stronger Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you But beneath myself and I Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes you sick what makes me quiver Is the thought of being alone Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Like a wing-clipped eagle who's waiting to fly No, I won't be trapped in you any longer What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you But beneath myself and I Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes you sick, what makes me quiver Is the thought of being alone What makes you sick, what makes you quiver Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you But beneath myself and I Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes you sick, what makes me quiver Is the thought of being alone What makes you sick, what makes me quiver