terça-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2011

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 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 okay,
but that's not what gets me.

What hurts the most, was being so close,
and having so much to say,
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 everywhere I go
But I'm doing it
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.

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