Rodney Atkins - What's Left Of Me Lyrics
Taking my truck, guitar, the VCRWhat's left of meAin't no better offJust used and simply confusedby your complexityCause you took my heart and my souland my self-esteemAll that remains to be seen, yeahIs what's left of meIt's a mysteryYou were so devastatingly beautifuland I was briliantly naiveWhat's left of meWhat's left of meI'm what happens to a puppetwhen somebody cuts the stringsWhat's left of meI should have known I couldn't surviveon my knees at that paceYou left a catalogof bluehangdog expressions on my faceLike a wrecking ball breaking hardSlicker than vasolineAll and all I'm lucky to keepWhat's left of meIt's a mysteryYou were so devastatingly beautifuland I was briliantly naiveWhat's left of meWhat's left of meI'm what happens to a puppetwhen somebody cuts the stringsWhat's left of meSomeday I might just get back in lineThat's if my nerve returnsConsidering I findWhat's left of meIt's a mysteryCause you were so devastatingly beautifuland I was briliantly naiveTaking my truck, guitar, the VCRWhat's left of me
