Disclaimer-I do not own Twilight or What Hurts the Most. I wish I did, but Stephenie Meyer and Rascal Flatts beat me to it.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I had gotten used to the constant rain. It had been a while since it bothered me. I remember the first nights I spent in Forks; I hardly got any sleep, with the unstoppable pat-pat on the roof.
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
My tears came often, every night. They fell in syncopation with the rain, one always drowning out the other.
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
I tried to be normal for Charlie. I went through all the motions, I went to school, to work, and I always had a hot dinner on the table ready for him when he got home. But I think he saw through me.
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 tryin' to do
I loved…him. I couldn't say his name, not even think it. It hurt too much. I knew that we had been right there. I didn't know what went wrong. If I had known, I could have, I should have…there was nothing I could do. I gave him everything, and that's exactly what he took with him when he left me.
But that day, that day was very clear in my head…him, walking away from me. I couldn't remember it, but I couldn't forget. The last memory of him I had, if that went, it all went. Those few amazing months of my life, I had to know that it was real.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
The numbness…enveloped in the lost state of non-feeling.
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Like a zombie, ignoring everyone and being ignored in turn.
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
Everything here reminded me of him. I remembered when he sat there…stood in that corner. Or remembering clothes…I wore this when this happened. "It will be as if I'd never existed." His memory remains. He existed. He had to.
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 could I have said? There was nothing. I said everything, I gave everything.
I lost everything.
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
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
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
All I wanted…was gone.
I…was gone.
RR please!! My first completed fanfiction-no flames please!!