I painted on the perfect grin Built castles out of porcelain But every crack is showing through And I'm scared it's all I'll leave to you I spin and dance, I sing and bow But I don’t know who I am now Without the lights, without the sound Would you even want me around? I'm not your King, I'm not your crown I'm just a fool who’s falling down Would you love what's left of me When the paint is gone and the lights don’t see? If the show ends, if the crowd forgets Would your heart stay— Or would you regret? Would you love what's left? Would you love what's left? I owe it all to a cruel man's game Carved my skin, rewrote my name I got the life, the fame, the view— But I lost some broken parts of me too You say I'm brave, you say I'm strong But I’ve been faking it so long I don't know if it's still true So all I have Is asking you If I stumble, if I fall Would you still want it all? Would you love what's left of me When the paint is gone and the lights don’t see? If the show ends, if the crowd forgets Would your heart stay— Or would you regret? Would you love what's left? Would you love what's left? If I'm just the broken horns, the missing parts The trembling hands, the stitched-up scars Could you still find me beautiful there? Would you stay? Would you dare? Would you love what's left of me If there's nothing but these shaky dreams? If the crowd leaves, if the curtains fall Would you still want it all? Would you still call me yours? If I'm nothing more Would you love what's left? Would you love what's left of me?