I should have 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 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Have been replaced by nights of hell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

There ain't nothing short of dying
That's worse than being left alone