Texty: Mark Wills. 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 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 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

It's still harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I can do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved 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've 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