What doesn't kill you Makes you wonder if it did What would've happened Feigning strength makes muscles deteriorate They overcompensate If I died in your arms, I would still die alone You are the closest thing I ever had to a home I read a book once It was short, it was sweet Taught me that love's the only thing That lives posthumously What's on the other side Isn't greener if you're colorblind Losing faith only makes you hesitate To own what was claimed If I cried in your arms, I would still feel alone You are the closest thing I ever had to a home I wrote a note once It was long, it was mean Tore it all up because those words Hold no weight to me It could be worse But I'm frightened it can't be better than it was Body aches only worsen with the days They make you ashamed If I died in your arms, I would still die alone You are the closest thing I ever had to a home