Nothing Short of Dying

I should have told her more I love 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 wonderin' how I’m doing
Well, I think she ought to know
That I find myself praying
More than I’ve ever did before
And now 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 hurting 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Have been replaced by nights of hell
And I find myself praying
More than I’ve ever did before
And now I find my heart is breaking
Each time her memory slams the door
And I find myself crying
Oh, and trying to hold on
Cause there ain’t nothing short of dying
That’s worse than being left alone