The Little Things

It's not goodbye that breaks my heart Or watching you walk away It's not in the reason you say it's over Or anything else you say It's knowing you'll never trust me With the secrets I swore to keep It's knowing I'll never hold you again To comfort you when you weep I'm no longer your prince charming Another has taken my place It's never hearing, "I love you" Or feeling your warm embrace It's never seeing that sparkle again That magic in your eyes Or seeing that little sneaky smile When stealing one of my fries It's never calling at midnight To send a goodnight kiss It's holding hands like lovers do Something I'll truly miss It's never about the way it ends That makes me want to cry It's in all the other little things That hurt to say goodbye