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?