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 that i've got, and just let them out, but i'm not afraid to cry, every once in a while, even though going on with you still upsets me, ever 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 trying to do. it's hard to deal with the pain of losing you, everywhere i go, i'm doing it, it's hard to force that smile when, i see our old friends and i'm alone, still haunted, getting up, getting dressed, never want this regret, but i know if i could do it over, i would treat everyway all the words that, i say in my heart that i left unspoken. 'cause 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 trying to do. is what i was trying to do. 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 trying to do. is what i was trying to do.