I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me
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I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
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I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while, even though
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Going on with you gone still upsets me
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There are days every now and again, I pretend
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I'm okay but that's not what gets me
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What hurts the most, is being so close
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And having so much to say
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And watching you walk away
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And never knowing, what could have been
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And not seeing that loving you
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Is what I was trying to do
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Its hard to deal with the pain of losing you
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Everywhere I go, but I'm doing it
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Its hard to force that smile when I see your old friends and I'm alone
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Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret
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But I know, if I could do it over
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I would trade, give away all the words that I saved
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In my heart, that I left unspoken
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What hurts the most, is being so close
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And having so much to say
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And watching you walk away
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And never knowing, what could have been
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And not seeing that loving you
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Is what I was trying to do
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What hurts the most, is being so close
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And having so much to say
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And watching you walk away
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And never knowing, what could have been
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And not seeing that loving you
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Is what I was trying to do
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Not seeing that loving you
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Is what I was trying to do
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What Hurts The Most
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| Tiffany Alvord |
