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..

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

- Rascal Flatts

Burning Herself

She was crazy (she was beautiful),
I guess she had to be.
I was angry (you were blind),
because I could not see.
I saw only what her cigarettes had done to her skin.
I should have known the outside world would reveal what was within.

She was burning herself, and her hair was filled with ashes.
She was burning herself, and her life becomes a flame.
She was burning herself, and the flame became her passion.
She was burning herself, and her passion, her passion was her pain.

She was trusting (you could have saved her too),
all hope had passed for her.
I was lusting (and she gave to you),
that’s all I asked for her.
The marks upon her body and the marks upon her mind.
I could have erased them if I’d only taken the time.

I never saw her do it, I only saw the scars.
I never could imagine what would make her go that far.
I wondered, was she driven by desperate need to feel,
to find out she was living, to discover life was real.
Or was it that the pain slicing through her like a knife
was easier to take than the emptiness of life?
I don’t know...

- Harry Chapin