Il testo della What doesn't kill you makes you grow

(white/armstrong)
Another night alone on a dark road somewhere far away
From my home. the summer's on my mind, so far behind.
Face in a sink reflects these caffienated insides.
It's life scenarios you think of while you're alone,
And on my own. like if my parents paid for everything
I own i could be somewhere in a classroom taking notes
Of things that i already know (or think i do). what
Doesn't kill you makes you grow. this nine to five
Turns into twenty-four hours. it seems that escape
From this cold, dark prison is a dream. my priorities
Are forgotten, stuck in a cycle on your knees. i
Deliver in spite to my friends and my enemies. some
Days i stay and lie awake in bed just to breathe my
Quickened heartbeat. i hear noises overhead, but this
Face isn't strong enough to sleep. i have a dream
That i can sleep on my own. these days my pale
Reflection can't pretend that this is all i have to
Offer. i hear noises overhead but this throat isn't
Strong enough to scream, or so it seems. now i scream
On my own. this cup off coffee burning my insides,
And sip after sip i grow and come to realize that this
Is moving on.