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    Saturday, December 4, 2010

    Artist: Rascal Flatts
    Album: What Hurts the Most
    Title: 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 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 watchin you walk away
    Never knowing, what could have been
    And not seein that lovin 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 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, is being so close
    And having so much to say
    And watchin you walk away
    Never knowing, what could have been
    And not seein that lovin you
    Is what i was tryin to do

    What hurts the most, was being so close
    And having so much to say
    And watchin you walk away
    And never knowing, what could have been
    And not seein that lovin you
    Is what i was tryin to do

    not seein that lovin you
    that’s what I was tryin to do…


    I own the place,
    Time: 7:45 PM