the grey area;

What Hurts The Most,
by Rascal Flatts

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 I just let ‘em out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though goin’ 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 havin’ so much to say
And watchin’ you walk away
And never knowin’
What could’ve been
And not seein’ that lovin’ you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain
Of losin’ 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 havin’ so much to say
And watchin’ you walk away
And never knowin’
What could’ve been
And not seein’ that lovin’ you
That’s what I was trying to do

Monday, April 30, 2007

yes, y’all tell me about it. i’ve been too caught up with life, the way it seems to be. i can be wasting my days away and not be able to find any time to update this ever-so-still blog of mine. i’m also aware of how every entry’s beginning segment sounds almost alike, but what you see is what you get.

moving on, we’ve been home from Genting Highlands close to a week ago and again, i haven’t enlightened y’all about the happenings of this trip. my utmost gratitude to Meng Siang, Xue Li, Gilbert, Suban, Xiang Ting & Yi Rong for making this 3D/ 2N getaway a memorable and joyous one. the seven of us did heaps of camera whoring, and captured those happy times on pictures and videos. i’ll upload all of such when Yi Rong tosses them over to me.

every moment spent with you,
will be etched deep within the soul of my heart

a bouquet in shades of blue, purple and white ;
you’re the very meaning of forever, special

with nothing more left to elaborate, the above you’ve read is more or less what i’ve been up to during the past 2 weeks of semestral break. heading on to the inner side of things, we’ll not jump into the emotional mood, but let’s just say there are two sides to me, like i’ve always been and always will be. unending dilemma is how i’ll portray it, this occurs when one side of me yearns to know the whole truth but the other wishes and begs to keep current relations as vague as possible. what’s the next best alternative, you question me? i reckon to be an escapist, because sometimes the truth is way too much to handle. or at least, i simply don’t have what it takes.

i’m pleading for just one chance

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