What hurts the most...

Datum; 2008-02-10 Tid; 22:01:54



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 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 having so much to say, and watching you walk away.
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.
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and i'm alone.
Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living 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.

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Namn: Tila Tequila

rascal flats, oh lala la. aldrig hört att någon annan lyssnar på dom.

2008-02-12 @ 03:22:26
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