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, August 13, 2007

another JB notion in play, what am i gonna do with her? it’s an awfully good question, but i don’t have the answer, even to this question that matters much to me. if you wanna know whether i still feel the same, i’ll look you in the eye and express that you still mean a lot to me and those feelings remain as firm as before.

the useless idiot; i used to rehearse in my heart the things i’d been wanting to say, but when the time comes and you’re right next to me, all that practice evaporates into nothing and i ended up keeping it all within. i’m clueless about your thoughts, i’m not good with words, i don’t know and i don’t want to play my cards right.

i miss you, i miss those days when we got to hang out very often. a new semester brought about fewer meet-ups, fewer phone calls, fewer chances and fewer moments. i’m beginning to dread this deafening silence between us, does this mark a whole new chapter of where everything crumbles down? is it too late to regret, because i’m willing to pick up these pieces and begin from somewhere again.

bounced at
11:04 PM