I should've spent more time at home
But 'should have's 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 learnin awful well
Cause nights I used to spend in heaven
Have been replaced by nights of hell
There ain't nothing short of dying
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