Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me  Ain't no better off, just used and simply confused by your complexity  Cause you took my heart and my soul and my self-esteem  All that remains to be seen yeah is.    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    I'm taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me