There’s something gnawing at your mind like a dog upon a bone

It’s with you in a crowded room or when you’re all alone

Was it something on the radio or something that you read?

Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead

Your beauty has a tarnished glow, you’re fading like a flower

The men think you’re invisible, what’s happened to your power

The years have flown, but here’s the thing that sticks inside your head

Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead

They’re turning off your lights and they’re seizing all your assets

They broke into your house and stole your CDs and your cassettes

They sold you all those supplements, their slogan should have read:

Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead

You forgot to have a family, now you have nowhere to go

No one to lay a guilt trip on to take you in and so

You order up a cosmo, toast your solitude instead

Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead

You haven’t slept in days, only when you drive your car

You’d settle for a nightmare, cause at least it’s not the bar

So here’s some words of wisdom as you crawl into your bed

Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead