• He's a loser and liar
    Afraid to put his heart on the line
    His heart in the fire
    He's says I'm not the one
    I'm not his type
    Yeah (scoff) right.

    I've heard that before

    Stand up and meet my eyes
    tell me to my face
    You don't like me that way
    So I'm not the one for you
    Whatever shall I do.
    I'll show you just whose type I'll be
    And you'll be missing me.

    He's stupid and dependent
    Afraid he'll get hurt
    So before it starts; he'll end it
    He breaks it to me sweetly
    But, uh, sweety

    I've been there before

    Stand up and meet my eyes
    Tell me to my face
    You don't like me that way
    So I'm not the one for you
    Whatever shall I do.
    I'll show you just whose type I'll be
    And you'll be missing me

    One day you'll wake up and you'll find
    What you want
    What you need
    Is
    Me.

    Stand up and meet my eyes
    Tell me to my face
    You don't like me that way
    So I'm not the one for you
    Whatever shall I do
    I'll show you just whose type I'll be
    And you'll be missing me
    Oh you'll be missing me.

    I'll show you just whose type I'll be
    You'll be missing me.