See, I'm looking for a man that'll rub me slow, make me sing real high when he goes down low. - Mariah Carey

Who's gonna love you when it all falls down?
Who's gonna love you when your bankroll runs out?
Who's gonna care when the novelty's over?
When the star of the show isn't you anymore.
Nobody cares when the tears of a clown fall down
(I guess your mama never told you what goes around comes back around).

But instead I kept my tears inside,
cause I knew if I,
started I'd keep crying for the rest of my life with you,
I finally built up the strength to walk away,
don't regret it,
but I still live with the side effects.

It seems as though I've always been,
somebody outside looking in,
well, here I am for all of them to bleed,
but they can't take my heart from me,
and they can't bring me to my knees,
they'll never know the real me.