Lay the best to rest

I used to think love was the best
At least thats what people suggest

Just hold his hand
And you'll understand

But i just cant seem to forget
How it caused such pain and regret

The best of love doesn't always work out
And it leaves you with pity and self doubt

Because his hand has become your own
As you sit in your room all alone

Thinking it was your best
But now it has layed to rest