Having so much to say, and watching you walk away.

Rascal Flatts - 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 ok
But that’s not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing 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
Getting up, getting 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
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do


As I listened to this song, I began to realise that leaving things unspoken can really hurt alot.
There was so much I wish I could've told her last year but didn't.
In the end, she left.
Not saying that had I said something she would've stayed, but at least I wouldn't be feeling the effects up till now.
Ah well, at least she's happier with him.

Moving on is so darn difficult.
Considering the fact that the scenario keeps repeating in my head.
I need a panadol for this long-termed condition.
Panadol come panadol.

Oh ya, Keith blurted out the words "...you'll never make it in life." to me.
Although it wasn't intentional, I kept thinking about it.
And I see the truth in those six words.
How painful it felt.

Will history repeat itself?
Hopefully no.


Peace and love,
Lewis