Leftovers

She said I would be fine
she said just let it go,
I did just what she said.
Though hearts don't stop on their own
and eyes can't close so easily
but words can scar forever.
And I know you could do so much better,
I try to figure him out.
I guess it's not my place
I guess it's not my time
I'll write you this letter and "you'll be OK".
So am I the last in line
or am I the first to lose?
Cause is it all worth it,
just sit here and ask,"what it could have been?"
or "what it could never be?".
So no more waiting on promises never seen.
And I tell you it's so bad
I don't wanna even try again and again.
Unless it's all over it doesn't matter to me.
This whole crazy little town.