среда, 14 мая 2025 г.

Bad habit


 You are my bad habit                                                       Time is flying when we are fighting,

when i do not need it,                                                        but when we are not,

you are my bad habit                                                         becaming a strangers again,

when i do want to live,                                                      with a wish to make it with you,

only because of my pain                                                   it's a passion and it's my bad habit now,

which i also call a bad habit                                              even when im not asking for it.

and not its you,

even when im not asking for it,



Signs you were giving life,                                              let me call it a past,

you were living through them,                                        let me call it's a pain, 

that we've had the way                                                    let me have a wish to be

you are saving me and,                                                   away from it,from you

my soul it does turned                                                    the times that we've had

into a bad habit                                                               the times that we've saved

even when im not asking for it.                                     let me call it's a bad habit

                                                                                       even when im not asking for it,

                                                                                       let me have a time to forget

                                                                                       i want to have a time to spend on it.

Time is flying when we were fighting,

but when we will be strangers again,

will have a wish to know you

will have a wish to be forever with you

will have a wish to call it's a passion,

it's my habit now,

and that's because of you.

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