quinta-feira, 18 de março de 2010

- what hurts the most... (is to hear this song);

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELkWIGOxPyk )

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 them out. I'm not afraid to cry, eery once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me. There are days, eery now and again I pretend I'm okay but that's not what gets me.

What hurts the most, was being so close and having so much to say and watchin you walk away. Never knowing, what could have been. And not seein that lovin you i 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 gettin up, gettin 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, was being so close and having so much to say and watchin you walk away. Never knowing, what could have been. And not seein that lovin you i what I was tryin to do.

(Rascal Flatts)

- for me, what hurts the most is not having you here by my side. I miss you, you know.

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