What's Left Of Me

What's left of me, it's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
What's left of me, what's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me

I should've known I couldn't survive on my knees at that pace
You left a catalog of blue hang-dog expressions on my face
Like a wrecking ball, breaking hearts slicker than Vaseline
All in all I'm lucky to keep uh-huh

What's left of me, it's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
What's left of me, what's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me

Someday I might just get back in line
That's if my nerve returns, considering I find

What's left of me It's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive