Is it wrong to give up hope
at this stage of my life
that I'll finding enduring happiness
instead of naught but strife
The only things I have to go on
are the moments in my past
that at once were pure heaven
but never seem to last
The aftermath is always greater
than the sum of treasures lost
thats why my books will never balance
and why I'm left to count the cost
So if I accept a future
in which my life I'll never share
The only dream I ever had
will wither without air
But no more will I feel this pain
this agonizing loss
the books will one day balance out
no more credits, no more cost