She's not the type to get her heart broken,
She's not the type to get upset and cry,
She never leaves her heart open,
So it never hurts her to say goodbye.

She was never the type to let something get to her,
Now she can't go a day without thinking about what she knows is going to happen.

Don't worry, sweetheart,
It's not your fault,
Don't blame it on yourself,
It's my fault for holding on,
When I should've let go.

And she's just another regret to you, isn't she?
She's just a mistake in your eyes, right?
Great, because that's exactly how she feels about you.

She doesn't want you to know,
You're killing her with every lie you say.

As the lies are being told,
She breaks inside more and more each time.

He promised her the world,
Now as she has left are the lies he told.

There's just some things in this world,
That not meant to be together,
And I guess that goes for you and me.

And she can hide in her room for the rest of her life,
But still know everyone on the outside of that door,
Knows she isn't going to make it much longer.

You can't break her, sweetheart,
Can't you see?
She's already destroyed.