Can I say nothing lasts?
Curiosity will end, when I've known enough, or rather just a few facts that I want to find out badly.
Studies will end when I've finally reached a certain level, somewhere where I feel safe.
Work will end when I'm sick of it or I'm sacked.
Sadness will end when I've finally given up and when I no longer believe.
Happiness will end when I've nothing left.
Love will end when I ever change heart, get cheated, or when feelings disappear suddenly or gradually.
Pleasure will end when I've experienced it all.
Time will end when I'm done, when something's just gone, when my life's up.
Pain will end when I'm forsaken, forgotten and forgiven.
Can't have it all, I'd rather have none.
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