That it came to my mind as it did, when it did, serves to remind me of the most painful lesson of this whole process, and one I keep having to revisit because apparently, I'm a HARDHEAD.
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understand And the lessons that I'm learning Lord, I'm learning awful well Cause nights I used to spend in heaven Have been replaced by nights of hell And I find myself praying More than I've ever did before And now I find my heart is breaking Each time her memory slams the door And I find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
it's all clear now 