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

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

in a story that lingers in my mind
just like a black-white film on replay
in the deafening silence of the night
just a whisper away, gentle kisses
in the holiday line of shops and people
just gallivanting, holding hands
in the worn-out leadership camps
just trailing footsteps, arms on shoulders
in the comfort midnight phone calls
just all ears, a beautiful voice
in the significant period of time
just a missed opportunity, a foolish loser
in the course of confusion and complacency
just allowed it all to slip away

what i should’ve said
just wouldn’t pass my lips
so i held back and now we’ve come to this
i should have found a way
to tell you how i felt
now the only one i’m telling is myself
cause it’s all too late

what do i do now that you’re fading away
no back up plan, no second chance
and no one else to blame
all i can hear in the silence that remains
are the words i couldn’t say

bounced at
5:51 PM