Love is a bad habit.
She took my heart away,
from that day I was restless in front of her.
Even in nights, even in my dreams,
mornings and evenings I spent with her memories.
Nights was warm, evenings were colorful,
mornings were joyful because of her,
I was addicted and then she went away,
with my heart, then I prayed god ,
I asked my heart back.
God said, do not ask your heart back,
let it be with her,
that is why I said that love is a bad habit
and if you addicted, there is no coming back.