Sunday, December 10, 2006

What Hurts The Most

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house,
That don’t bother me.
I can take a few tears now and then and just let em' out.
I’m not afraid to cry - every once - in a while,
Even though - going on - with you gone - still upsets me.
There are days - every now - and again - I pretend - I’m ok,
But that’s not what gets me.

What hurts the most,
Was being so close,
And having so much to say,
And watching you walk away...

And never knowing,
What could have been.
And not seeing that loving you,
Is what I was tryin’ to do.

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go,
But I’m doin’ It.
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone,
Still harder.
Getting up - getting dressed - livin’ with - this regret - but I know,
If I could do it over,
I would trade - give away - all the words - that I saved - in my heart,
That I left unspoken.

What hurts the most,
Is being so close,
And having so much to say,
And watching you walk away...

And never knowing,
What could have been.
And not seeing that loving you,
Is what I was trying to do.

What hurts the most,
Is being so close,
And having so much to say,
And watching you walk away...

And never knowing,
What could have been,
And not seeing that loving you,
Is what I was trying to do.
That’s what I was trying to do...


- Rascal Flatts

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