I should've told her more I loved her I should've spent more time at home But should haves really aren't important Since the fact is now she's gone I wish I'd listened to my conscience When it said 'don't let her go' And if she's wondering how I'm doing Well, I think she oughta know
(That/And) I find myself praying More than I ever did before And I find my heart is breaking Each time her memory slams the door And I find myself crying And trying to hold on 'Cause there ain't nothing short of dying That's worse than being left alone
I thought I'd be just fine without her I'd be happy a free man But the hurtin' side of lonesome Is what I didn't understand And the lessons that I'm learning Lord, I'm learning awful well 'Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven Have been replaced by nights of Hell
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There ain't nothing short of dying That's worse than being left alone