"What Hurts The Most"
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house.
That doesn’t bother me.
I can take a few tears now and then, and just let them 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 trying to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you,
But I’m doing it.
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends.
And when I’m alone even harder . . .
getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret.
But I know if I could do it over, I would trade all the words I have saved in my
heart,
. . . and that I left unspoken.