"What Hurts The Most

Rascal Flatts

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 'em 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

^{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/} 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/ 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/}
Not seeing that loving you/That’s what I was trying to do



This whole page is in memory of that guy up there ^, Bradley Maggard. Bradley, Brad, for short, was, no is, one of my closest friends. He knew a part of me that very few people know, and yet he accepted me. He loved with all his heart and never hurt anyone.
Brad was a member of JROTC, Teens 4 Christ, and Basketball. He was the good 'ol boy next door. He had this way of smiling that made me so happy to see him. He NEVER quit smiling. The few times he quit, he would get serious and 5 seconds later he'd be laughing.
Brad wanted to be a politcian. I had no doubt he'd somehow grow up and be our president. He could talk your ear off and still have more to say. He rarely quit talking.
Brad and me got paired up alot in classes. At the beginning of my Freshman year in High School, I had a small crush oh him. He's just this big country boy with dimples. He cared enough to reach out and help me when I was scared to death.
Brad was a die-hard country fan. I don't think he listened to anything else. He'd sing the song at the top of the page to us sometimes. Though many times I told him to not quit his day job, I'd give anything to hear his voice again.
As you know, there were alot of "Was" in there. That's because the worst thing imaginable happened: _{Brad was killed on July 5, 2006 in a car-wreck}
Part of me won't accept it... I went to his viewing and saw him lying there, but it was just a wax figure. It couldn't have been Brad, the one who never judged anyone. I also keep beliveing it's some sick joke and any day now he'll show up and laugh at all of us for believing it.
I have no doubt that he's in heaven watching over us. I just wish I could've had more time to appreciate him. He just got ripped away from us without any warning... none of us said goodbye... in fact, I think the last thing i said to him was "See you in August."
I ♥ you Bradley Maggard. I promise you that you will NEVER be forgotten. I feel it as my duty to let the world know about you. I promise you, as long as I'm here, you will be in this world.