Nothing Short Of Dying

C - D - G -G/C - G
Verse 1:
G                             C
I should have told her more I love her
                                  G
I should've spent more time at home
                                 C
But should haves really aren't important
                                 D
Since the fact is , now she's gone
                          C
I wish I'd listened to my conscience
                             G
when it said," don't let her go
                               C
And if she's wonderin' how I'm doing
D                              G
Well, I think she ought to know
            Am Bm  C
That I find myself praying
                               G  G/C  G
More than I've ever did before
                           A
And now I find my heart is breaking
                                  D Dsus D
Each time her memory slams the door
                  C
And I find myself crying
                   G
And trying to hold on
                                   C
Cause there ain't nothing short of dying
D                              G     D  C/D  G
That's worse than being left alone

Verse 2:
G                              C
I thought I'd be just fine without her
                        G
I'd be happy, a free man
                        C
But the hurting side of lonesome
                        D
Is what I didn't understand
                         C
And the lessons that I'm learning
                         G
Lord, I'm learning awful well
                                C
Cause nights I used to spend in heaven
D                                  G
Have been replaced by nights of hell
           Am Bm  C
And I find myself praying
                          G    C/G  G
More than I've ever did before
G                          A
And now I find my heart is breaking
                                    D Dsus D
Each time her memory slams the door
                  C
And I find myself crying
                       G
Oh, And trying to hold on
                                   C
Cause there ain't nothing short of dying
D                             C      Eb   G  C/D  G
That's worse than being left alone