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 once in a while
Even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and then 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 lettin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seeing that loving you
Was what I was tryin to do
It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you every where I go
But I'm doin it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friend's 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 the words saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Was bein' so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
Never knowin'
What could've been
And not see that loving you
Was what I was trying to do.
What hurts the most
Was bein' so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Was what I was tryin' to do
And not seein' that lovin' you
Was what I was tryin' to do
(Oooohh)
NOTE: Yes I DO know this is Rascal Flatt's song "What Hurt's The Most", but I write story's, not
lyrics, so please don't be all like "Oh blah blah blah!" About that, because honestly, I know! Gosh,
I wish I could write songs too, but I am very sorry, and sorry to 'Calypso' I don't know how to write
songs, so, I'll get 'Calypso' mentioned another way- other then that, enjoy the story :)
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